One by one || 5sos

0.8 || l o s t m e m o r i e s

The sympathetic stares grew on the lonesome group, for in a small town such as their own man would cling to gossip and the tragi-comedy lives of those reckless stupid teenagers never seemed to leave the troubled young adults.

All now between the ages of eighteen and seventeen, and counting down the months to leaving this college, this town and their ghosts behind, they became somewhat distant to their neighbours, all now focused on graduating with grades high enough to earn them a new identity.

Because that's what grades were. They defined life and the lives of the youth itself, fail and your a common drug addict begging for money on the streets, wishing on a shooting star that you could get enough for another dart, pill, drink or perhaps you are telling the truth and you are giving up your last pieces of food to your family and those who need more than you. Succeed however, and you will find something exquisitely ravishing about yourself, dressed head to toe in expensive brands crafted with the bloody hands of six year olds and driving around cars that only weaken the economic crisis of those who you so blindly take from. But it's okay.

It was okay for them too.

They were seen as one and the same by all. They were after all the rulers of a somewhat disfigured and cryptic scene. They were the dropouts, the addicts, the broken, the wounded, the dehumanised youth within the perfect community.

And what they all settled upon was the idea that all of them would give up the idealistic, romanticised and sadistic ideology that they could be rich and adored and deserving.

They would rather lie in the gutters and do what society think of the stereotypical destitute  people living among them, drink, pop pills and get high.

So they walked through the school doors. 

Mutters and whispers were all the range now, secrets were considerably rich among the school, be it the truth or a mesmerising lie, they were consumed by the students, and after all it wasn't being seen on the Internet, instead it was being passed through friendly mouths, so there must be some truth between those fumbling lies. Right?

Michael was now a male whore, with a regular visitor who was a "flea bitten mule" according to eye witnesses.

Calum practises incest with his sister who has been living abroad for a number of years now.

Luke fucks about daily with multiple girls who are welcomed to his far-from-traditional bedroom habits, despite his undying love for another girl.

Serena has taken up the title of the "virgin stripper" and is put down for her revealing herself to thirsty boys in the school, boys who are applauded by the governing body for finding out such ghastly details concerning the sexual activities of girls in the school.

Ashton sits at home, preying upon young children with his 6-inch hanging out and accompanying it with dirty words and filthy moans.

And for Sarah, word spread about her in more ways than one:
She was offered a porn job,
she's dead,
she's a whore,
she's a ghost,
she's a failed drunkard,
she's dead.

And as these rumours spread the group only laughed harder and drank faster.

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An engine within a piece of lavish metal and four wheels sounded upon the gravel of the school grounds. Brown hair covered the weary, drunken eyes of the boy clad in denim and cotton, an unusual combination but one that his parents made sure was easily affordable. 

His eyes flitted across the parking lot and a groan crept its way up his hoarse throat, "Mum just stop here," he spoke as he undid the seatbelt from the clasp of its master.

Opening the door and heaving his bag onto his lap he reached across and lay a kiss on his mothers bruised face. "He's gone again today, just come stay with me," he looked hopeful for a split second as she considered the idea with great thought and dropped it with a wave of her bloody hand and tearful gaze.

"Go son and make me proud."

So that's exactly what he did.

Walking over to the group he looked at the school in a different light, a more hopeful one, he would need to stabilise a future for himself, and he would do it here.

"How's your head Mike you drank pretty heavily the other night," Serena pushed, she couldn't help but let a little smile fall onto her face, nor could the others. And when Luke let slip that he fell into the road and lay there for ten minutes, building traffic and creating rich memories, they all fell into a hysterical fit of heavenly laughter.

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Five real smiles upon five heavy pasts were a rare sight, but one which was finding a place to settle permanently upon them.

But one of those flawlessly masked appearances was a facade.

Pulling away from the others the blonde and brunette flocked to a private corner, "Why the worried face lover boy?" She teased with her dainty finger running down the middle of his shirt and his tongue ran slowly and heavenly across his lips, tugging at the metal that wrapped itself around his pink lips.

Nonetheless he picked himself back up again and he started by clearing his throat, "Yesterday," he paused. "Yesterday Serena you told me something."

"Yeah what?" a questioning face with a pretty smirk replied.

A wave of nausea overcame him and his senses, his eyes reddening ever so slightly as he started to catch at the frays in his sweater. "You-you don't remember?"

"No actually yesterday was pretty much of a blur, were you there?" And there it was, his answer, at least for the time being. Oh the foolish boy was dreaming again, or so he thought. But that pretty innocent face of hers was enough for him, he wasn't there, he wasn't with her, and he's not coming back.

Or was it just a facade?

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so it's been well over a month and i will try to update but i have mock exams coming up again, so include me in your prayers ty

and idk if anyone is noticing but in these chapters i try to put across my ideas of the world so i guess this was more towards poverty and injustice ?