Oakley {BoyxBoy & FIN}

Chapter One

Black disgusts me.

It's laughing at my face because of the way I cry and shout into the day and night. I tried not to care, but it's obvious. I'm scared of the dark, yet I let the dark enter my life.

My father patted my shoulder as I stared at the opened casket. Her beautiful black hair shined, though the weather was gloomy, her dark make-up made her look like she did it her self, but she didn't. Her fingers were crossed together, and her eyes were closed, not showing her light brown eyes.

She was wearing black.

Everyone was wearing black.

I was wearing black.

Black isn't a color; it's a shade. It shouldn't be near us. We loved any color besides black. She loved blue but switched it to brown because of my eyes. She loved yellow because of the sun. She loved everything—even black.

I placed a kiss on her forehead and let the tears drop on her black dress. I wrapped my arms around her cold, lifeless body and hugged her to dear life. If there was any life of her.

"Why? Why did you have to go? I love you so much...I can't..."

I broke down crying. The pain in my chest went to my heart. I clutched my black shirt and screamed in agony. No one helped me. My dad left me. He knew if he touched me while I was upset, I would punch him or do something reckless. I grabbed her hand and knew I could never feel her warmth again. Her nails were black. I pulled back and smiled wearily.

"I'll see you tomorrow. I love you," I whispered. I jammed my fists into my pockets and turned around, dragging my feet to my dad's car. I got in the passenger seat and stared at the window. The man closed the coffin, and they started moving her down to the ground. Six-Feet-Under.

"We'll go through this together, Tate. We'll start again," my dad said happily. I could hear the smile on his face. I almost puked at the happiness.

Please stop pretending. It isn't going to help you, dad. It is sure as hell not going to help me.

I sighed and nodded, listening to my dad chat away about life and new beginnings. I didn't want a fresh start. I wanted her back. I guess we can't get the things we want the most.

The most I want is my mother.

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hola, gamer in the house! yes, another bxb story that i would be enjoying to write! it is dark, so hang in there, and it will be different, seriously. hope you guys like it and comment and vote! thanks! check out my other story, slashed if you don't mind and if you have a story of your own, pm! tate's mother in the media!