Tragic Love (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 8.

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Omg!! It's so short and I'm so late!!! I'm so sorry!!! Next chapter will be longer (hopefully)!!!

Btw, the pic is kind of how Ain's house looks like.

Chapter 8.

The boring day were finally over. I went to my locker to grab my stuff and then headed out to the place mom said she would wait on.

I saw her where she said she would be an waved. I jogged the rest of the way.

"Hi mom." I said out of breath.

"Hi Ain. Shall we go?" Mom started walking.

"How far is it?" I asked her.

"About eight minutes." She answered.

The rest of the way were quiet and kind of awkward but we managed to come home at least.

The house were not really what I'd imagined. It was a small house, pretty nice actually. It was yellow with an orange roof, could use some fixing but not all that bad. It felt like home.

My head started hurting and my vision turned dark.

He stood outside his house. He wwere tired from the running that he just did.

He could feel the tears burning in his eyes but he didn't want to let them out. He thought about what he'd said and his reaction. He looked broken.. But he couldn't change it, he couldn't change his choise. It would just end up hurting him. That's why he decided.

That day he decided to stay away and never come back.

I breathed in heavely. My mom stood bent over me with fear and worry written all over.

"What happened?! Are you okay?!" I found myself laying on the ground.

Mom helped me up and as soon I were sure my legs would keep me up I explaned.

"I remembered something. I think I ran here from school. I must've been about 14 or 15 years old.. I- I thought about someone.. but I can't remember.." I hissed at the headache I got when I tried to remember the details.

"It's okay don't try to think to much, it'll come back to you when you least expect it." She said and smiled a comforting smile.

"Okay mom." I said and gave her a small smile.

Mom opened the door for me and I were welcomed by a small hall. To the left there were a door that I guessed led to a bathroom.

I took of my shoes and went inside. To the right were an opening into the kitchen, the room wasn't so big and not that modern either but I thought it were nice. From the kitchen you could come in to a living room and from the living room you could come back to the hall. In the hall were also some stairs that went to the top floor.

I looked at mom and she nodded as if to say that it was okay.

I came up in a room with not so many stuff in it. To the left were a bedroom with a queen sized bed in it. I guessed that it was mum's and dad's room.

I went to the last room and opened the door. The walls were painten in a light shade of gray and the floor and the roof were black. There weren't much stuff in the room, there were a bed, a desk and a shelf with some books, that's about it. I decided to look thru all my stuff in case it would bring back any memories.

I opened the drawer in the desk and found some pens, paper and some kind of small chest made of wood. Unforunately it was locked and I had no idea where the key was.

I tried to force the lock open.

"Come on! Break." I mumbled to myself.

My tries to get the lock open failed miserably and I ended up dropping it. When I picked it up I noticed that the fall made the lock snap open.

I cursed the lock and then opened it slowly. My eyes opened wide.

What the hell? I thought.

In the chest there were two razors, some surgical tape and some bandage.

All I could do were stare. I felt a slight headache, not as much as outside the house but I were definitely about to remember something.

He sat on the floor crying. He'd stolen a razor blade from one of his dad's tools.

The bullying in school were to much. He wasn't afraid. He knew just where to cut to end all of it. He placed the razor right on the artery and took a breath. He couldn't do it. He only succeeded to make a small wound not nearly deep enough to kill him.

"I'm a coward just like they say. I can't even kill myself." The boy cries..

A year later.

The boy's gotten used to cut himself. His arms and legs are fulll of cuts.

A few years later

The boy hasn't cut himself in a while. He's been free for about one year but now he feels more broken than ever. He just made a choise he didn't want to make...

I still sat up when the wave of memories had passed wich was a miracle.

I wonder what that last part was all about. I thought.

I were about 14 or 15 this time too.. Wait, wasn't that when Seiki and I stopped meet each other? I should probably talk with him about this.. Maby he knows something.

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I know it's short!!