Dying For Freedom [BoyxBoy]

It's Worth Freedom

I loved James?

Did I?

Were the words real?

Did my heart beat for that?

For that single reason?

James?

No. That was just the past.

That was what life was before. Not this. Not now.

...

Or was it?

"Dammit! Just shut up!"

The words weren't beyond my lips. My mind was in pain.

It was screaming.

For my heart was being torn, slowly. Agonizing. As it to show the pain would never stop.

To make it last.

My soul craved for Brandon and the love he has oozed into my soul.

But my heart longed for James. For the door of mystery was revealed.

The conflicted feelings. The confusion of his eyes. His words.

Was now clear as glass.

But the reality of the storm. Of the darkness.

Was never-ending.

For the real battle begins.

Of my heart.

For two souls.

"Who the hell you talking to nuthead?...Whatever, just come down here. Mom and dad are home!"

No...

This was the real battle.

Of the string holders.

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"So Jo has been asking about you lately. She has said you haven't been talking to her? Why is that?"

The first words spoken. The first break of the death silence.

Was of Jo.

From my father.

Even when eating this meal of the night. He made his strings pull tightly at freedom.

But not this time.

For I was not going to cave. To dig deep and my soul crushed.

James was true as blood.

And I was going to fight for what has been locked away for so long.

"...Because I'm gay. Because I don't even like her. She is a nice girl, but she isn't for me. And I would only make her miserable trying to be what she deserves. Which would make me miserable. Like I am now. Because I could never live my life the way I wanted..."

Only one breath was taken before it continued. This was not going to be bled halfway.

It was to be drained.

"I never got to be what I wanted. Who I wanted to be...But that's going to end now. I'm going to become an author, I'm going to find a way to be friends with James again and see if he can forgive me. I'm going to show off my boyfriend for the world. And I'm going to be myself...Whether you like it or not. Sorry but I hate school, and I never want to be a lawyer. Or marry Jo."

The war was over. I spilled my blood to the very last drop.

Now the shattering silence was breaking through.

Not a single word.

Not a single breath was more than a cold whisper.

Only emotion to be painted...

My brother's smirk. The thickly paint with coldness and victory.

He won.

But he is so wrong. So cold. So sickly.

Wrong.

For I won. I was living.

I was breathing.

Freedom.

The bliss. The walls that broke. The water was beautiful.

For it filled out the place of suffocation with fresh life.

"Sweetheart...You don't know what you are talking about. You are probably just sick-"

"No. No, I'm not sick. I'm finally living my own life. And I do know what I'm talking about, because I know enough for what I really want and how it feels to be locked away from it. So think what you want. I don't give a care. I'm done. I'm gone. So if you want me to be your son, let me live my life...If you don't. I'll leave tonight and never come back. No deals. This is how it is, all or nothing. No in between."

My words overrode hers. My mother's.

For they were like silver. Deadly.

But...

Mine was deeper. Stronger.

Because of the fire of passion. For the life I wanted.

I was going to have.

Even with the story behind. With every character in it.

Noah. Jo. Mother. Father.

Would be burned and shredded in the past.

I would gain a story of golden.

My life.

Freedom.

"Well this is goodbye then."