A young, mocha haired, boy walked aimlessly on a train track. He had no conceivable future, a past to repress, and his only present was the train tracks. It's what he did. All day every day. Follow the train tracks. Roam the countryside to find your future. Occasionally he would stop over at a convenient store and steal a bag of chips or pop tarts and some water. He tossed them in his rucksack and made a B-line for the door. It was routine at this point. His wavy hair concealed his warm chocolate eyes along with his visage, sheltering him from security cameras and legal justice. Dumbbells of guilt weighed on his shoulders, but he simply shrugged them off for he knew this was what he needed to do to survive. He would also occasionally slunk his spent form under the shade of a forgotten yet great tree in a forgotten train yard. Just as the weeds grew through the cracked concrete, so did his memories creep into his dreams. And as the liquor bottle flew from his mothers hand and bludgeoned him in the head, he opened his eyes. No sleep. No escape from the past. He never guessed he would accept it. It would merely haunt him. Like the blood that wouldn't wash out of his pale skin. So he continued to walk.
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* Lost Boys ~ Dan/Howell • Phil/Lester *
FanfictionTwo boys, a railroad, and a house in the woods. They're running from something, and in the midst of being completely lost they found something more important than a house. They found a home ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Trigger warning...
