A broken boy and cheap bottle of Whiskey [completed]

chapter 6

trigger warnings still!!!

love E xxx

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Brian's p.o.v

I've been locked up in my room all week now with no food, lucky I have running water in my bathroom but ill need food soon.

I've entered back into the habit of sitting in a bundle crying and harming then playing guitar then repeat. I can't sleep either no matter how many sheep I count or anything I do.

I've thought of ending it but there's only one thing that's kept me alive. That emeralded green eyed boy.

Even tho I know he's probably straight and if I told him that I'm gay he'd tell everyone else and then I'd be bullied. Another thing I couldn't deal with.

I find the familiar taste of tears in my mouth not even realizing I was crying again. Damnit brian get a hold of your!

I look over at my clock and notice that it's already 4 in the morning this Saturday. I managed to gather myself up and walk towards the bathroom, I no longer recognised the person standing in front of me.

"if you look in the mirror and don't like what you see you can find out first hand what it's like to be me."

I whisper to myself and I see my pale woren out face with dark circles under my eyes. The rest of my body is mainly skin and bones from not eating now, you can see my rib cage my stomach is covered in tiny little red marks and so is my arms and legs there's even an odd burn too.

I hate what I've become.

I haven't had the will to shower all week so my hair is greasy and poking out everywhere I can find stubble along my chine and face too but I had broken my last shaving blade three nights back.

it was then I heard the noise of my door unlocking. nothing else just that man unlocking it. I knew he was heading to bed so I waited a while, getting changed as I did so into a baggy jumper and a pair of old basket ball shorts. I grabbed my pack of marlboro red and my wallet. I didn't have much because I have no job or anything but I steal some money to help me along. I know it's bad but I need food somehow.

I pick up a pair of battered converse and tip toe down stairs. I needed fresh air and badly as I opened the door I felt a gush of wind hit me with the breeze from the ocean. I had grabbed a protein bar from the fridge we didn't have any food either so I was still hungry as hell.

I slipped on my converse and closed the door behind me I didn't lock it because I honestly don't give a fuck if the house was robbed, serves my father right.

I knew exactly the place I wanted to go so I ventured off towards my place of happiness I hadn't realised how weak I had gotten till I had started to walk but once I got there I fell down by a tree trunk.

I had came to the one place that held good memories from my childhood, my mother and father took me here regularly to play on the old play ground and have a picnic. I smiled at those memory but they soon faded back into nothing.

I had decided for a cigarette so I lit it up and breathed in the intoxicating smell of death in stick form. I let out a massive cloud of smoke into the lightening early morning sky.

I soon rolled up my jumper sleeve slightly pressing it down onto my forearm, I could smell the burning amd feel the pain overtake me but my mind went numb when I heard a voices scream at me.

"WHAT ARE YOU DO!"

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boom guy's!

I hope you like the story so far! I know it's pretty dark but that's just my mind so sorry!!

Also a shout to who ever gets my quote in the middle of this story.

The usual guys! !

love E xxx