He was in fear, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead down to his neck and onto his clothes, leaving only a stain of what was once water.
Fiddling, tossing and turning reluctantly over and over running from whatever nightmare kept haunting at him."No.. no! Please..." he yelled in his slumber
-nightmare-His breathing was raspy, each breath deeper and unbalanced, trying hard to find its peace.
Moans escaping his mouth.
Not of pleasure but of pain, and the origin of it all taunted at him, always looking down at him, like a flower being denied its right of sun and water so that it could live a normal healthy, stable life.That, that was his whole life. Always being cut off, never having a hand lended to him, never receiving help of any kind. Just pain and trauma, losing whatever hope he had left as he grew. At that point in time he was far too deep into the world these so called parents
-monsters- brought him into.
Fate had its plan, to break him.
He didn't believe in any other fate for himself, because if the little sanity he had left wasn't already gone he was losing it,
Just breathing was hard for him and simply going on twenty- four hours every day felt like his wings were being slowly torn off and keeping him from finding his euphoria. He was suffocating.People say god brings good people into this world, he decides who gets to live or die, but
if there was a god out there who granted his mother to give birth to him, he resented them.
He regretted being born, he wished he could break free and be wiped from existence, but of course he didn't and doesn't and never will get to decide just how life will treat him or what fate would -will- throw at him.
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You're just another shitty thing born into
This world, just -fucking die-
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If you did not like the type of content this book has to offer I apologize.
This book will have a variety or a few chapters like this.
I am not in any way promoting suicide or self-harm, it is only being used for the plot of this story. Please do not get any ideas.
I am not trying to offend anyone, the real people being used for the rising of this, are not really the way they are portrayed in this, I do not know them on a personal level, maybe not at all.
•This is my first and last warning.•I hope you enjoyed it, sorry that it was really short!
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