Perfect // Stolovan

Prologue

A slightly short, brown-haired, sensitive boy had just gotten out of class and was walking towards his locker.

Just another day, don't worry. He told himself, finally reaching his locker. The 17-year-old opened his locker and put his belongings inside. He grabbed his bag and made sure all of his homework was inside and swung it over his right shoulder. He shut his locker, ending in a loud bang noise.  He started to walk off, only to be stopped by a tall, black haired male.

"Well, Clyde. What day is it?" The boy asked. Clyde looked down desperately towards the floor, hoping somehow the worn tiles would save him.

"Please, Craig... not again..." Clyde choked out, holding back his tears. Craig chortled at Clyde's words prior to grabbing him by the collar of his jacket and holding him up to his level.

"You know what happens after school." A grim smile crept on his face. Clyde's eyes were fighting to hold back tears harder than ever. Craig set him down but didn't let go of his collar. He pulled him through the hallways until they reached the back doors. They walked out and went into an alleyway, the same as the one where he always takes him.

Two other males walked out from the shadows. One was wearing a purple sweater and had curly black hair that was cut short. The other was tall and painfully skinny with messy blond hair.

"I don't even understand why you do this to me!" Clyde exclaimed, holding his hands to his chest.

"You know god damn well. Ever since you became that absolute slut of a man, no one's going to like you." The male with the black hair spoke. Clyde recognized him as Token as soon as he came into full view. 

"I-I didn't do anything!" Clyde screeched, wincing as he felt pain and the cold sensation blood run down his cheek. He used one hand and wiped it up, though it kept bleeding. 

//20 minutes later//

Clyde returned home, bruised and bleeding from several places. He went to the bathroom, cleaning himself up and putting Band-Aids over the cuts. 

"It'll be okay." He told himself, looking in the mirror. No, it won't he added silently to himself. He sighed before going to his room.

~

At the Stoley residence, a short, black-haired, sci-fi fanatic, male was at his desk, drawing what appeared to be two Star Trek characters, seemingly both male, making out. He had weird drawings, this kid, but it was his escape from reality. He didn't have many friends, none to be exact, but drawing made up for it. He didn't mind being alone. He found it less stressful, relaxing even. He set his pencil down, admiring the picture.

"Look at you, Kevin." He praised himself. He grabbed a black ink pen, a paper-mate felt tip one to be precise, and began tracing the pencil lines. While tracing, one of his favorite songs came on. He started singing along, quiet yet beautifully. His talent made him perfect for the school's Choir and getting lots of lead roles in plays. He finished the tracing and erased the pencil marks. His face turned into a straight, normal face into a smile as he grabbed his brush markers, high quality even, and began colouring the picture. He had many pictures, he pretty much drew them religously. Two to three a day, and they were all amazing. 

He finished half an hour later, storing the finished product in a drawer. He checked the time, 5:34 pm. He was tired, his hands ached from over an hour of drawing, but that didn't stop him from sitting on his bed and watching another Star Wars movie before falling asleep. 

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(yes he ate he didn't die don't worry)