White Walls {A Brallon Fanfic} [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 1

Brendon's P.O.V

They said I was Satan himself. They said I was insane. They said I was evil. I would have never hurt a soul. It all came down to what one believes.

My mom and dad were devout Mormons. I was only 10 years old when I told my parents that I wasn't the same religion and I didn't believe in God. I told them that I wasn't a follower of the church and that I was bisexual. They screamed at me, disowned me, and deemed me the spawn of the devil. They told me I didn't matter to them anymore and they refused to support me, give me food, shelter, or a parent's love. Later that day, I was taken away by an angry looking old lady with glasses and a bun in her white, stringy hair. I was sent off with no "I'm sorry's" or "I love/loved you's". Abandoned and left to die.

I was taken to Mrs. Dutch's Home for the Mentally Challenged. I will always vividly remember the front of that broken down, terribly kept building. From that point on, I would never be able to experience the open, wide world for a long time. Years at best.

I was forever confined to a dark and dreary world full of pills, injections, medications, and white walls.

There were other inmates here with me. They all were destined to my same fate. When I first came to the orphanage, a boy about my age welcomed me with sorrowful, but open arms. His name was George, but preferred to be called Ryan, his middle name. His first name reminded him too much of his abusive father. We were able to confide in each other. When one needed help or just someone to talk to and listen, the other came to their aid. He taught me the ropes. He told me what it was like to live where we were mercilessly dumped and left to suffer, rot, and die. We shared stories of our pasts and were even able to laugh genuinely with each other.

Then, one day, he left me too. He was adopted into a nice family. He didn't even say goodbye. He just packed up the very few things he owned, while only making sad, downcast eye contact once before I never saw him again. I was slightly angry at him for leaving me so quickly. I was jealous that I had to live in a horrible brick building with terrible leaks and drafts and disgusting odors, while he got to live somewhere nice. The other inmates and I had to endure hell and deal with it, while he was presented heaven on a silver platter, even though I don't believe in those things.