The blues and purples quickly turned into gross yellows and greens. Colby was sure the talk of the school the second he walked through the door. The beating last night was one of the worst. His whole body ached and his head spun with each step he took. He resisted moaning in pain each time he took a step. No one asked him what happened, no one cared, except for a certain blonde haired boy who forgot about his art and himself just for a moment.
Colby didn't see it but Sam was worried. It was like a light went off in his head. The school must have been blind or stupid because it was now clear as day to Sam of what was happening to Colby Brock. He wasn't in a gang and he wasn't someone who should be an outcast. He was being abused. He was broken, but Sam wasn't sure how to go about saving him.
The brunette was broken yet he was beautiful and silent. Was that why people talked about him and refused to help? Was it easier to make jokes and ignore the boy because it was difficult to help him? Sam felt sick to his stomach. How could he have been so stupid? 'I want to know the real story.' He had said, he was too caught up in rumors and his art.
Sam's art was forgotten, he had a shattered masterpiece in front of him he had to glue back together, although he was unsure how.
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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.
