𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮✔ [COMPLETED]

C H 1 : Fresh Eyes

His eyes were dull..

The spark disappeared

He just reads and study..nothing else-- no talent at all..

He cries when it hurts in the inside

He grabs a towel, repeating 'sorry' all over again

Your not worthless

Gets beaten, running towards his last lap

Almost drowned in doubt

Saying 'lay your head on my lap' he smiles warmly

Fights the doubt he created

Says awful words, making him give up hope

Everyone stared in hatred and disgust

One is back to where they started, one is lost

Doing; caressing his cheekbone gently

Made him think of himself worthless, nothing but a burden to this cruel world..

Decided to cut deeper

Protests on everyone's opinion

Why are you overprotective?

Distracted by the war raging inside your head, not noticing getting hit by common sense

Tries to fight, but ends up getting hurt

Beaten up for a stupid life lesson

Infirmary, bones too fragile and too delicate

Regret.. a wave of guilt washed over him....

Idiot.

Too stupid to know the purpose.

Then why are you acting like a jerk..

Pj?

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*past*

** Pj's P.O.V **

Who needs him anyway? It's not like he's ever that important to me. I thought to myself, as I opened up my instagram to check any likes and followers. 869K followers, 134 posts. Wow, I guess I was too handsome, I gained alot of fangirls too. And 99+ of message requests. Like if i'd ever answer them.

I went around, checking other profiles to see if I'm interested on their topics or posts or not. After a few hours of scanning and scrolling down the screen, I caught a glimpse of someone's eyes in this user's post. YDeyeS_OFFICIAL(Y-Dee yes) was their username, I got a little curious, seeing purple ones. It looked alot like Fresh's eyes. One was an upside down heart, and a one was normal.

I clicked this person's profile, only to see 300 pictures of FRESH'S EYES. Most of them were pictures of him from school, and some places me and Fresh went to. LIKE WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS PERSON??!?!

Before I could react even more, I heard a knock on the door. "What is it?!" I yelled, "i-it's me, Pallete" Pallete replied, opening the door ever so gingerly. He shot me a worried glance, seeing my situation. "What's wrong?" He asks, worry laced in his voice. I got a little irritated as he asked the question again.

"Nothing"

"Liar"

"LIAR?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOUR TALKING TO?!"

"Umm..uh"

"just..JUST LEAVE..I DONT NEED YOU TO WORRY ABOUT ME. I DONT GIVE A F##K. NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE"

I lost my cool so I flat out yelled at him. I hope he learned his lesson.

** Third Person's P.O.V **

Pallete ran out of PJ's room as quickly as possible and ran to his own room. He locked the door, sliding down the door frame. Tears started swell out of his eye(sockets), as a wave of sadness washed over him. He cried silently until dinner was ready. Instead of eating downstairs in the dining room, he went upstairs instead to eat.

Pallete was scared to go out there, seeing his brother who looked down on him with such hatred in his eyes. All Pallete wanted is to make it up to him, but he made it worst. So he decided that he couldn't take it anymore, he finished dinner, returning the plate to the kitchen.

He went back upstairs to his room, grabbed his back pack, and packed his belongings. He decided to run away, seeing that if he makes things bad, then makes the situation worsen. So if he stays longer, nothing will progress.

Pallete waited until mid night, just so everyone was sleeping. Pallete jumped off silently down his window, and ran away to the nearest 24/7 mini Mart. He took alot of money for rent, food and water. He decided to leave his past behind and start a new future.

Wonder if it did work.

Present:

3 years later...

#fresheyes