Story about a boy

the night after.... (day one )

        As the sun broke through Nathans dusty broken crooked blinds. His room became more clear, and the dust glistened when it fell from the ceiling. The dirt on the ground made the ground look darker than it really was. And the dirt was so thick you could write a story on the ground and it wouldnt disappear, till more dirt arrived to fill in the previous dirt you removed or you cleaned the floor. You could see the unhinged closet door that fell off his closet, and his messy drawers that had paint and muck all over it. An alarming sound arose from the room , it woke Nathan up from his much needed slumber. As he turned the maker of this sound, the alarm clock off he rose from his bed. And opened the blinds, of his window to a new day and a not so new life. As he tried to stretch he failed the pain of what happened the night before finally arrived, and made him almost cry in pain. Nathan could still could taste the salt from the tears he had cried, but none the less he got out of what he thought was a nice and comfy bed.       

         His bed was an old mattress its springs worn out and felt like a brick, his sheets were tattered and full of holes. But it was a bed, and they were sheets that kept him warm. He has had those sheets for a long time now they were of his favorite colors, black and white. The only colors that made him feel like he was someone different from others. If someone asked him why is black your favorite color he replied black is the ultimate rainbow it takes all colors to make it. And if they asked, why white it was because white is not considered a color but yet you can still see it, isnt that so amazing. People would laugh and walk away, but to him that was the truth. He looked outside the window he finally revealed out from under the blinds, to look out at the 5am sun that has invaded his room then sighed. Nathan walked to his messy drawers and grabbed a white shirt and some plaid boxers with a pair black socks. He then grabbed a pair of jeans off the hanger, his favorite pair his black skinny jeans, cause no stain really showed on them. Nathan then, put his hand on his rooms door knob sighing again. For he would have to face his parents again. As he opened his door and walked through the once bare play room he noticed toys and baby clothes everywhere and felt nauseous . Nathan realised what type of family the baby girl or boy would be put in, but thats if the baby even survives his moms healthy diet of any inhaleable drug or anything that could get her "high".

         He got undressed while thinking of whats going to happen to that baby if it is born, and what will happen to him if it isnt. Nathan turned the water on to just the right temperature of warm, then he jumped into this nice refreshing shower which got rid off all the left over blood he couldnt find. But stung the cuts, due to the warm almost hot water and soap mixture. Nathan then shampooed and conditioned his soft black hair, with the smell of old spice fiji and rinsed it. he then cleaned his body with body wash, that was also old spice. And his face, with face wash that came from neutrogena. the air was now humid, so he opened up the bathrooms window so the restroom didnt get more rusty and mildewy than before. The air in the restroom smelt of the soothing smell of old spice, then as he brushed his teeth with colgate he then smelt mint. He then proceded to dry himself off with a towel, that hung from for once a non rusty towel rack.

        Nathan then looked at himself in the mirror was he not handsome enough to escape this hell hole. He had nice soft and healthy black hair, a handsom face that could attract any modeling agency. Nathan's face was free of any freckles or pimples, he was built like an ox. But his eyes drew all the attention away from any flaws he may have had on his face, the blue in his eyes was as pure as an uncut diamond, and as beautiful as an elegant swan. He was 6'4 and still growing at the age of 15, his birthday was in 10 more days. Nathans voice sounded a bit husky, but not too husky it was more of a seductive deep voice. But more than anything else, he loved animals, music , academics and sports. The wounds made an outstanding difference on his face he now had a almost healed busted lip that would go back to normal in a couple of days and a bit of a bruise around his neck he looked like he just got into a fight. Yet hoped no one would see and know who did this to him. He looked almost like the most handsome and cunning devil.Nathan got dressed and pulled out all his piercings, now revealed from a drawer almost under the sink. he only had about two, his septum and his eyebrow. As he puts them on he keeps staring at his face, thinking could it ever be his salvation .