"the five boys all had something in common."
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five boys. four medications. three addictions. two disasters. one school. zero choices.
jonah marais~ 19 years old.
bipolar disorder.
corbyn besson~ 19 years old.
anorexia.
jack avery~ 18 years old.
ptsd.
zach herron~ 16 years old.
adhd.
daniel seavey~ 18 years old.
ocd.
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jm.
the young boy stood in a circle with his friends as they all talked and laughed about the summer. it was an amazing summer for each on of them, except for jonah.
to jonah, the summer was the summer of losing his families love, finding an addiction, and tears.
cb.
often being mistaken for a much younger boy, the soon to be man sat by himself, staring and poking at his food but not eating it.
he had completed the mission he created this summer, but was still unsatisfied.
ja.
sitting in the comforts of his home and as scared as a five year old in a haunted house, the shaking kid changed the channel after seeing a fire, soon passing out due to uneven breathing.
the summer had scarred the poor boy for life.
zh.
the short, and normally distracted boy threw a chair towards the teacher in classroom 109, and him not being able to control it, didnt stop until he was satisfied.
for young zachary, the summer was hectic.
ds.
he glared at his pencils on his desk, cursing at them because each time he attempted to form them in a straight line, they rolled away.
the summer had been neatly packed away in his mind forever, dusted daily.
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jonah stood by his locker, smiling down at his locker, admiring the dents and cracks he had caused in it. but then frowned, getting angry with himself for causing such damage. it was as if his happiness had completely disappeared. but for him, being bipolar was out of his control, and the only was he couls cope waas breaking things, it was guiltily addicting to him.
corbyn walked past jonah, wishing he could look like him, he had a sharp jawline, abs, broad shoulders, he just had it all. corbyn always thought he was fat, so he never ate. he was never skinny enough though. he stopped eating when he was 211lbs. and now, weighing in at 98lbs, he thinks hes not skinny enough. in reality the boy is skin and bones, his ribs are easily seen, even with a winter coat on.
jack rushed into the school doors, being about an hour late and not realizing it. he was too far into his mind, the only place where he ever felt safe anymore. he hated being outside of his room, because he is so scared of the outside world, and the ball of pure burning fire that sits in the sky each and every day. having watched a fire swallow his house, and his siblings with it. it had mentally scarred him, now his life was always dangerous. but in reality his life was extremely calm and quiet.
