homosexual- ryden

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Ryan was laying in his bed, with IV's entering his arms. Little did he know, it was drugs that the faculty gave out to their patients to cure their disease, their homosexuality. The drugs that they gave Ryan, made him feel lifeless and weak. It also made his mindset slowly fade out into insanity. None of the patients knew, but only one. Brendon Urie. He knew everything that went on around here, due to the fact that he was here for over 7 years of his life. His parents didn't approve of his homosexuality, they also thought it was a disease that every gay person contained. Brendon knew all the mind fucks they did on their patients. He knew about the constant abuse of the pills and the sexual abuse that occurred everyday.

Brendon had his way around the workers, especially the men. He could take them under his wing in a blink of an eye, but he did it to protect himself and the others suffering in this hell. He already went through the steps to 'recovering', but it obviously didn't cure a damn thing on him, it just made him scarred for life. He's so damaged in his mind from all the experiments that they had done on him. He was surprised himself how he survived for 7 years long.

A nurse barged into Ryan's room, walking over to him, roughly pulling the needles out of his arms. Ryan winced at every needle being pulled out.

"Stand." The nurse ordered as she eyed him closely. Ryan weakly stood on his feet, making goosebumps shot up his body from the cold titled grounds. She gripped her hand tightly around his arm, yanking him harshly into the hall, walking him down to the area where he needed to be.

Ryan looked down at feet, that quickly walked to catch up with the nurse's pace. He felt like a prisoner here, like he was serving a life sentence. He felt mistreated and misused. He never thought being gay would bring such negativity into his life. He just wanted to be happy with himself and everyone else to accept of his homosexuality. But that was just a fantasy that every patient dreamt of. To be free, and live their life to the fullest with whom ever they desired to love. But reality hit them in the gut, waking them up from their fantasies they wish to live.

The nurse that held him tight, opened a door to a room, that had circular tables with chairs round them. The nurse shoved Ryan into a chair that was closest to them. She scoffed at Ryan's weakness and walked off to another part of the room, that was closed off.

Ryan wanted to cry and just run to a normal life, to a life that wasn't filled with hatred to a certain group of people that he so happened to be apart of. Ryan put his face in his hands and small tears began to fall from his eyes. He tried to hold in all his emotions so he won't show any of them to the workers here. He felt a finger tap his shoulder, ever so gently. Ryan flinched at their touch and looked up at be faced with the boy he saw from yesterday, being pulled away from the disgusting therapist that tried to molest innocent Ryan. The boy's face still held that shine that Ryan noticed yesterday. The boy sat in front of Ryan and put his hands on the table they sat around.

The boy gave Ryan this look of pity that leaked onto his chocolate colored eyes that gleamed at Ryan.

"This is a shitty place to meet someone, but I'm Brendon." Brendon spoke out, his voice filling Ryan's ears like symphony that played their instruments in a soft melody. Ryan had a faint smile starting to rise onto his face.

"I-I'm Ryan." He stuttered, looking down at his clammy hands, only to be triggered by a memory that would be forever stuck in his brain. He immediately hid his hands under him, sitting on them so he wouldn't be reminded by that scarring image.

Brendon smiled, as he heard Ryan's soft voice fill the air. To Brendon, it sounded like a piano, playing beautifully to create a magnificent tune that rung in his ear.

"If you were wondering what the hell you're doing here, they're doing this presentation they do every week to teach us about how homosexuality is Satan's work and more bullshit lies they try to feed us everyday." Brendon stated, knowing what to expect, since he knew every little thing they did here. They did the same routine, in the same order, every week.

Ryan was a little bit surprised by Brendon's raging confidence he had inherited.

"And everyone will need a friend here." Brendon stated, giving Ryan a reassuring smile as he stood up on his feet and walked beside Ryan, who very frightened by the whole situation that occurred in the past few days.
"I'm sorry, but we'll get punished if the patients sit together, because they think we're doing the 'work of Satan'. Bye bye, Mr. Ryan."

Brendon pecked Ryan's cold cheeks, but they quickly warmed up by the affection Brendon gave. Brendon walked away to an empty table and sat in one of the chair that wasn't occupied. Ryan was still flustered by the peck Brendon gave him.

He didn't know how this would end out or if it would even go even further than just friends. If it did continue on, they'll need to keep their love hidden behind closed doors.