Solangelo Oneshots

Killer Feelings: P.1

Will's POV:

I sniffled, holding back the tears in my swollen eyes as a half eaten apple bounced off my head, hitching the strap of my bag higher. I heard giggles erupt from behind me, no doubt from the scene that had just played out. I tried to hold back the whimpers and gasps that wanted to escape my throat, running the rest of the way to an old janitors supply closet. 

I closed the door silently, trying not to give away my presence to the empty West wing, abandoned years ago when a fire had broke out in the chemistry room. I looked around at my familiar hiding spot, brick charred black and wire racks hanging oddly on the back wall corner. It was quite tiny, no more bigger then small closet, but it was where I came to break down ever since Liam had exposed my greatest secret, shared during a game of Truth or Dare. We had used to be best friends until I told him that I liked guys. I thought he would have understood, that maybe I would be excepted.

But he hated me.

The memories were still fresh in my mind, bringing a painful sting in my heart. Ever since that night, he treated me like I was the dirt underneath his shoe. I begged him not to tell anyone else, but he just sneered at me before shoving his way out of my bedroom door. The day after, I had to go to school and all over my locker was the word faggot written all over it.

I can't tell you the number of times I've been beaten up and forced to do things I didn't want too. The guys here were ruthless, no matter my age. They still punched and pulled my hair. They still called me faggot and slut. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the dull throbbing in my throat as my sadness tried to overwhelm my body.

I finally let my sobs burst out, echoing against the chalky walls. I slumped down the wooden rotted door, my body raking up as tears spilled down cheeks. Gasping for air, I punched the door frame, loving the feeling of pain caused by me, not them. Pounding on the splintered wood felt nice, it gave me a chance to ignore my swollen eye and bruised ribs that made my breathing ragged. The ache my skull gave off was slowly wearing away as my frustration increased.

Pain turned into rage as I gazed at my bloody fist, the tears stopping as I heard the familiar click of boot heels on granular tile. I rubbed my face with my good hand, wrapping the other in an extra shirt I had packed. Scooting away from the door, I crawled over to the wall and put my back against it, holding my bag close to my chest, anticipating her arrival.

"Will, honey? Are you in here?"

I nodded slightly, looking at my Mom's blue eye that had peeked through a crack in the old door. Her eyes looked a little puffy and red, hair strands falling into her tan face."Baby, can I come in?"

Another nod and the door opened, revealing a very young woman, barely reaching her twenties. She was crouched on her knees, blonde, curly hair put in a messy braid. I looked fondly at the pair of blue jeans she has been wearing, doodles of flowers and rainbows everywhere where they had painted each other's jeans when I was younger.

"Mama, I... I wanna go home," I sobbed, clutching my hand to my chest.

She sighed and wiped her eye, crawling over to me before scooping me up in her warm, safe arms. "I know it's hard pumpkin. These people aren't very open minded here, are they?" She pet my head as I whimpered into the sleeve of her gray sweatshirt, cuddling closer to her.

"Please Mama," I whispered softly, "Don't make me come back. I... I wanna move or go somewhere else, please Mama. The people at school are so mean and....and...," My words were lost in my tears again, my heart hurting as I held onto the the only person that really loved me.

I felt her own tears as she held me closer, whispering words of love and safety. "You know that it's just me and you against the world, huh Sunshine?"

I pulled back and held her face with my good hand, just noticing the small wrinkles that had began to form around her eyes. I shook my head in agreement and kissed her cheek before letting her coddle me again. "I love you Mama. Always and forever, just please don't make me come back. Please."

She swallowed and stood up with in her arms. Even though I was almost seven, she still held me as though I was still a toddler; her love had always been sweet. She grabbed my green bag covered in medical stickers before slinging it over her shoulder and walking down the hallway.

"I know just the place baby." Her voice came out cracked and uneven, "It's a wonderful place for people just like you."

"What's that Mama," I said sleepily, my break down had exhausted my small frame. She looked at me, asserting the damage that I had inflicted on my hand.

She bit her lip before replying, body shaking, "A neat little place called Camp Halfblood."

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Hope you enjoyed! I got this idea while watering my ducks and I thought to myself, 'I haven't really seen anyone or anything talk about how Will came to Camp Halfblood so why not?' Plus I plan on building this up to much more, I promise. I'm very weird 38th his , do everything, take that into account. Idk I feel like y'all are disappointed with all this, but oh well. I live to disappoint lol.

Btw, no hate to Texas people, it's just where Will was from and they have been known to not be as open minded as other states.