☆Try to be good☆

Bad dream *grell flash back*

"Get up boy, we are going to church." My father shouted into the basement, my room.I slowly got up off the ground I slept on.
I put on the only clothes I was allowed to wear outside of chores and sleep.my heavy jacket pushed down my spine.The pain has become bearable.

I rubbed my head reminding myself of the pain I went though just the week before. That mans house burnt down. My head  was now bald because my father shaved it against my will.

When I still had my hair, people in the market, in the school yard, in the town square even, the church would whoop and holler at me that I am the spawn of the devil himself. I can not stand this world anymore, no pity is a sin.

"Common boy!" My father yelled I was obedient and followed his directions. I saw my mother in a dress that flared out a bit at the shoulder and went into a long sleeve. The dress was just plain but the chest was covered in a white panel the rose to her neck.

We oddly had a line that went father, mother me. I was always last. I saw the land that the man and his daughter grazed in,playing . The grass now smells like sulfur and the house is in fragments.

We had reached the chapel and they sat in the front I was instructed to sit in the back.  After the prayers were finished I was instructed to confess.

The dim room had small intercut designs of flowers , daggers , and Jesus on the cross. I could slightly see the priest though the wall.

"Yes young man speak what you demand forgiveness to." The priest spoke softly.
"There is a man I some how fell connected to" my words thick in my mouth.

The door unlocked and I was pulled from my position. Held by my collar he spat hash words at me "YOUR LOVE IS A SIN!,YOU WILL BURN IN HELL!". I felt broken. He threw me to the ground and brushed himself off,as if to brush off the sin.  He calmly walked out of the room to talk to who I assume are my parents "your son has committed a sin against love,he loved a ma-". His words where cut off by something.  Then I heard screams.

The door swung open and I was dragged out by someone. I was kicked to my feet and discovered it was my father." Boy,you live in sin?" He bellowed. I nodded guiltily. We walked back home but when we did my father kicked me down to the basement. Following as I fell he kicked me in the ribs a few times. Throbbing pains everywhere. He jabbed me in the thorough until blood poured from my mouth." That'll teach you"
He commented. He slammed the door and I heard a lock click shut.

He left me to wallow in defeat. I cant fight back never could I fight back, to anyone.

Two months had passed since the  priest thing happened. Two boys where at the other end of the street my hair had grown out and the crimson stubble covered my head. They ambushed me and beat me on my way home.

2 years and 11 months later my father saw me drawing a boy I saw his face was perfect curves that could melt  the coldest of hearts.  His ruby eyes where bright and his hair was covering a lot of his face, he seemed to have a constant smirk on his face. By his clothes I could tell he was a butler of some kind.

My father snatched the drawing and tore in into a thousand pieces."Men shouldn't draw other men." He shouted trowing a picture fame at me. The glass spread over the lawn blood poured from my head. He pushed me inside and down the stairs. He again locked the door.

The next day I was sent to the market to fetch food. When I came home I was put back down stairs.

Three years to the day. I can still see him he wouldn't treat me this way. He cared.He is the only true saint.

Then the door bursted open." Time for a hair cut boy" he said holding a razor." NO!" I shouted running pasted him to the front door I opened it and dashed onto the lawn the cold air hit me like a wall. Frost bitting at my fingers and nose boys at the end of the street saw me my hair was pasted my ears the color was obvious. Running toward me I knew what would happen. Punches where thrown at me. They all left leaving me bloody . I grabbed a piece of glass from my last beating and gave myself the last cut wrapping myself in my beloved crimson.

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Hey so I know this is a slight repeat but it has more insight and its longer. I want you to know Grell's back story from me. So today a second fanfic will be coming *wink*  *wink*. Okay as always......
Eat more BLACK PEPPER!bye.