I run out of the small house onto the street, grey faces staring at me as I rush past. I couldn't care less though as long as I'm free.
You must be confused why I'm always locked in my room...I'm gay, yup said it. And my 'parents' are against everything I stand for. So yeah I have no friends or hope to be honest...and from being in that dreaded room I started to develop little voices to talk to...anything really but uh.. They got a bit 'out of hand' and they scream at me tell me I'm a nuisance, they are right...I know
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Grey Skies...
FanfictionA Dan and Phil fanfic... In a world deprived of colour there is still hope to see the light, it is said when you finally meet your soulmate colour blossoms before your eyes...
