TRIGGER WARNING
ABUSE; PHYSICAL, VERBAL, HOMOPHOBIA, DRUG USE/OVERDOSE
It's every kids nightmare to be humiliated at school, to be at the bottom of the social ladder, to be hated. Lucky for Austin Parker, he had nothing to worry about, in that aspect. He was a jock, he had been sporty since he was a child, playing football whilst his father as a coach. Austin had been put under immense pressure, especially with his older brother Rhys going into an elite sporting program. If Austin failed, his father would beat him down, verbally and physically. Austin had always had a tough exterior but a very soft heart. All he wanted was to draw, write, photograph; the arts. It was a frosty autumn night, he had just finished calling his mother who lived elsewhere when he felt inspiration with the dimly lit street. Halfway through the sketch, Mr. Parker walked in.
"What the hell are you doing?", Mr. Parker shouted at his son
"Dad i-"
"Save it, I always knew you were girly. You are a disgrace. Who knew I raised a faggot", Mr Parker slammed the door and stomped downstairs.
Austin screwed up the paper and threw it out the window. He curled up in his bed and...
cried. He cried like he never had before, he was hurt, broken, he wished to die. After that, he didn't touch the sketching pencil again.
What really got his mental health in reverse was when his mother over dosed on heroine.
Austin visited his mother almost every afternoon, to see if she was ok because she normally was in a depressive state after the divorce of her husband. That Sunday afternoon he visited, knocked on the door before barging in to see his mother, convulsing on the floor. He dialed 911.
They were too late. The funeral was pretty shitty. Austin's mother was too high to write a funeral plan or a will, Austin was too broke to afford to do a respectable funeral.
Austin felt broken.
Austin was broken.
Until he found something to ease the pain.
