❝woke up early
you're too late this morning.❞
grayson glanced around the school bus quietly, the sound of khalid's voice being the only sound he heard at that very moment. he preferred soft music over screaming kids.
he sat alone on the bus filled with 101 teenagers, wanting the same thing that they did. to be free.
but having over controlling parents and bleeding wrists doesn't really help him, now does it?
he ran the pad of his thumb over the beige bandage that his his wrist, uncomfortably tight because his parents didn't know what they were doing.
the eighteen year old boy sighed, resting his head on the surprisingly clean window and closed his eyes. all he wanted was some peace and quiet, was that too much to ask?
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thoughts?
YOU ARE READING
8TEEN ♡grethan♡
Fanfiction❝because i'm eighteen, and i still live with my parents.❞ ♡lowercase intended♡ side pairings = ♡liza koshy×david dobrik♡
