Only Fools Fall

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   Music? The sounds from the soul. The whimsical noises that come together to give is that perfect connection of harmony and melody.
   Music is like Love. It can be soft and sweet like the melodic sounds or Mozart. Or love can be pain like the harmonic sounds of Beethoven.
   Art is similar to music. It tells a story in its own unique way. The colors that contract together to make beautiful strokes of beauty. The way someone will fall in love no matter how bad that person may seem there is always someone for them.
   At least that's what they say. I don't believe that. I believe that there is no one for me. That no one could love me because I was Dan.
   I lay on my bed listening to music while sketching a picture of a man sitting on a rooftop gazing at the stars.
   I hear the hooting of an owl in the distance and the chirping of crickets through the sounds of my song.
   I put my sketch pad down and I take off my headphones and I stand up only to hear my parents screaming at each other from downstairs.
   "FUCK YOU ALBERT. WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM. WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT ABOUT OUR SON!!!"
   "BECAUSE ANITA, OUR SON IS A DIRTY FAG AND YOU KNOW IT!!"
   "OUR SON IS FREE TO LOVE WHOEVER HE WANTS!!!"
  I hear a loud slap from down stairs and the thumping of footsteps in the hallway heading straight for my room.
   My door slams open and my father comes storming in.
   "So my son is a fag. Do you know what happens to fags?" My dad asks.
   I shake my head.
My dad pulls off his spiked belt and folded it in two.
   "They get the gay beaten out of them"
   My dad holds up the whip and he slams it across my face and all over my body. The spikes puncture through my skin like bullets and I cry out in pain. I see my mom walk into the room and she winces when she sees my father hurting me.
   My dad finally lays off and he speaks.
   "Let this be a lesson to you fag boy. If you ever think that your gay again. I WON'T HESITATE TO KILL YOU!!"
   As soon as my father leaves my mother walks into the room. "Dan. We need to run away. Pack a small bag and meet me by the car."
   I didn't hesitate. All I took was my art supplies and my phone with its charger. And a few sets of clothing. Really the only things I owned.
   I ran out to see my mom in the front seat but something was wrong. She wasn't moving. There was a knife in her chest and my dad was standing there.
    So I did the best thing I thought i could do. I ran. I ran far away from my house without a second look back.
   I caught a bus into London where my friend Chris lived. I called him up to say that I was coming over.
  
   I got there at midnight and I threw my things down. Then Chris brought up the nerve to speak.
   "Dan are you okay? You seemed a bit upset on the phone"
"My mum is dead. Because of my father and he called me a fag and he threatened to kill me"
   Then Chris notices the blood in my black t-shirt and he looks mortified.
   "Y'your dad did that?"
I nod and lay on the couch.
   "I just need some sleep Chris"
   He nods and leaves to room.
I lay my head down on the couch pillow and my eyes flood with tears like Niagara Falls and I sob.
   Quietly though so that Chris didn't hear but I was sobbing none the less.
  
   I wake up the next morning to the sounds of Chris cooking in the kitchen.
    I look up only to find it wasn't Chris. It was another man.
    "Uh who are you and where's Chris?" I ask the curly haired man.
   "Oh" He says looking back at me.
"I'm Chris' boyfriend."
   "Oh" I say laying back down.
He walks over to me. "I'm PJ" He says holding out his hand.
   I shake his hand.
   "I'm Dan"
He continues cooking and. Chris comes out and grabs his hips from behind.
   I just groan and lay back down and tuck my head between the pillow to block out the light and soon I fall back to sleep.

Sorry guys it was a short chapter but it's the introduction so it's whatever. My chapters in the future will be longer. As soon as this gets to 5 views I will publish the next chapter. Only because I want to make sure people actually want to read it.
   -Landyn
  

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