The halls were filled with loud students and even louder teachers, trying to hurry everyone up to get to class. The blonde hurried along side his classmates, his eyes scanning the crowd for his group of friends. They were all artist and Sam couldn't wait to tell them about his art block, hoping they would be able to help him.
Dark blue eyes and messy brunette hair is what the blonde saw as he tried to push himself through the crowd. The world seemed to slow down as he passed the boy, his eyes taking in the sights of cuts and bruises that decorated his arms and face. The boy he had never seen before, only heard rumors of the mute, Colby Brock.
He passed by the silent broken boy, a small frown on his lips, his mind thudding with concern. The brunette kept walking as Sam stopped and watched the hunched figure disappear, Sam finding his friends long forgotten. Instead his art block seemed to melt away a new idea forming in his mind. His heart beating just a little bit faster yet it went slightly unnoticed.
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Paint *Solby*
FanfictionA broken boy who pictures himself as a canvas A struggling artist who has lost inspiration Trigger Warning, intense scenes with description of abuse and violence. Read at your own risk.
