compare scars

seventeen

"Ma'am do you have a few dollars you could give to me? I'm trying to buy some food. Anything please." Dan begged, not having the energy to stand.

And instead of giving him even a dollar, she left.

"Druggie." She spat and left without looking back to the poor man. Maybe if he had thought more about it, he would have gotten up from the ground and told her that he was in fact not at all a druggie. He was a failed artist.

One after another he begged, and he got rejected.

Only after two hours did he get enough money to buy himself a sandwich. He liked to think it was a one time thing. But that's how he spent so much of his time, begging for money.

Once he sat on the curb of the gas station, savoring the ham sandwich, he felt someone standing behind him.

Slowly he got up, feeling his knees pop. He had been slowly wasting away, his body so small and fragile.

"Where you going?" The voice asked him.

"Who said you could steal my customers? Selling them that fake ass artist story. What was it really? Alcohol? Crack? Or was it both?" He asked, looking Dan up and down.

He was nearly a whole head taller than Dan, and seemed to be built like a tank. Despite the cold weather the man wore a white tank top, and cut off shorts, his head bald.

"None sir. I'm really an artist." Dan spoke, his voice nothing but a whisper.

"If you're an artist I'm a model!" He laughed, placing his large hand on his shoulder.

"Damn kid you're skinny. Not gonna be as much fun but you'll do." The man then dragged him to the alley behind the shop.

"You've got an attractive face kid." He grinned as he ripped off the layers of clothing Dan had on.

After that everything blurred together.

The cold. That was all he felt as the man forced himself into him.

If it hadn't been such a cold night Dan was sure he would have died then and there. Maybe he would've slipped into a sleep and never woken up. But no, the cold constantly bit at his exposed skin.

"Oh fuck." The man moaned, thrusting harder.

"S-stop."

He couldn't managed anything else, his body too weak and tired to form a proper sentence.

Dan slowly closed his eyes, the man still at it. He could feel his body shutting down, death was welcomed. All he wanted was the pain to be taken away from him. The weight of his decisions had proven to be to heavy on his shoulders.

"Wake up kid. It's not as fun when you're asleep." He then felt a sharp slap to his face.

After that came the assault. Blow after blow he could feel his body bruising, blood dripping down his nose to his lips.

"Pathetic piece of shit." The rough voice whispered in his ear as he continued his attack.

That's when he began kicking his already limp body.

"Please." His voice was slurred from the blood dripping into his mouth.

Instead of mercy the man kicked him square in the jaw. With a cracking noise he finally gave up.

Dan accepted each punch like a present. He could feel his consciousness fading with each blow. Each breath became labored, his chest heavy.

And then he gave up.

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Dan shot up out of bed, gasping for air.

He wanted to tell himself it was just a dream. But the fact was he had been reliving his past. The scars still marked his skin like paint on a canvas.

"Fuck." He mumbled to himself, feeling salty tears roll down his face. He couldn't control himself as the emotions overloaded him.

Dan sat up, his body trembling in the bed.

He then felt the bed dip besides him, and a set of strong arms wrap around his body.

"Shh. You're okay Dan." Kyle's voice was filled with sleep, as he pulled him close, softly rubbing his fingers through Dan's hair.

It had been the first night Dan hadn't drunken himself to sleep, and now he was surly regretting it. With the alcohol he didn't have to relive his painful past.

"You're alright I got you. Go back to sleep love, I'm here."

With that he calmed a little, and stopped shaking. Dan then leaned in closer to Kyle, resting his head on Kyle's shoulder.

"I've got you."

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Sorry that was hella boring.

Also sorry for being inactive I just honestly feel like shit mentally and physically:)