! Warning!
Hello my dear readers!
I just wanted to tell, that this story is really... Angsty.
This short story mentions:
Sexual acts,
Self-harm/Suicide,
Depression,
Etc.
If You can't handle this kind of stuff, please, don't read It.
There once was a boy.
He was not an ordinary boy- oh no.
But He wasn't special either.
He was a wreck.
His parent's divorce made hi...
No.
He was always a wreck.
He was born as one and He'll be one for the rest of his life.
But It's not like He couldn't change himself, no.
He was just too lazy.
He suffered from depression and his immunity system was very low.
He was sick very often and that meant, that his mother couldn't find herself a job, because She didn't want to leave him alone.
If It was because She feared that He might end his life, or that He'll have some kind of seizure - no one other than her will be able to know.
The lack of job meant lack of income - lack of income meant lack of money - and as We all know, people can't do much without money.
The only money the boy and his mother received was the money that his father had to give her on him.
When the boy turned fifteen, his father made him a bank account, Where He started to send him the money.
Whenever He gave his mother his credit card, his father would get really mad.
It's not like the mother was buying stuff for herself.
She was buying food for her son.
Highschool
It was the start of the first year of highschool for our boy.
He made lots of new friends - but after awhile He stopped talking to Them.
It wasn't like They did something bad.
He was just scared that He would do something to Them.
Most of the time It was because He felt something more then strong friendship.
He wasn't one of the people who believed in love - no - but He believed in strong feelings of affection and lust, that's for sure.
All of his ex-friends wanted to continue to be friends with him even tho They knew how He felt... But It was just hurting him even more.
He started to feel the urge in his veins again.
The urge to make the liquid inside of Them pour out on the floor and mix with the pills that dropped down there sooner then He could swallow Them before his last breath.
But He hasn't done It.
Maybe because He was strong, maybe because the opposite - that He was too weak.
Probably the latter.
He didn't have any morals.
He was whoring himself.
Most of the time "just" over the internet - probably because no one actually wanted to sleep with someone as filthy as him. But He was okay as a quick jerk-off material.
It wasn't like He enjoyed the sexual acts.
He just felt needed, useful and a bit pretty while preforming Them.
He started doing this kind of stuff kinda early - not like It would be okay if He was older.
He felt like a disgusting monster.
He felt like everyone He would touch would get dirty.
It was getting over his head.
He knew that He couldn't change his past, but that he could change his future...
But He hasn't done anything.
He's quite lazy - Isn't He?
If He wasn't so lazy, He could be really good at anything He wanted to do.
But the laziness...
It's like all of It merged into one being - HIM.
So, If You liked the story and want me to make more of this story,
say so in the comments.
Thanks for reading, have a nice day.
