You Can't Run Forever (BoyXBoy) - Behind Closed Doors Series

Chapter 1

~*~ A/N: PLEASE READ!! Okay guys so this is the first book I've written in the 'Behind closed doors' series type thing I'm doing. You don't have to read these books in order! Basically each of the different books is centralised arounds a certain character and throughout the book you learn their secrets and their story. This one is about Oliver Maysley. The main character in each book will always be a student at Hughsburg Highschool or Middleschool and will interact with the main characters from each out the other books. I will write stories for a lot of the other characters in this book so be sure to read them (once I've written them!)!! ENJOY!!


As always, let me know if there are any spelling or grammatical errors!


Warning: This story contains self-harm and may be triggering so read at your own risk! It also has gay relationships so if you're uncomfortable with that then this story is not for you. Another thing I should probably mention is that there is quite a lot of swearing... if you don't like that then don't read this! ~*~


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Chapter 1


I pull hard on the zipper in another desperate attempt to shut my bulging black school bag. It's useless, I've put far too much in it. I knew it wouldn't shut but still for the past five minutes I've been trying to close it anyway. The sun is creeping through a slim gap in my pale blue curtains and birds are already singing in the tall oak tree outside my window. I'm running late, although it's only 7:25 am I should have left 10 minutes ago. I can hear my sister getting ready in her room next to mine, this means my parents are up too.


I have to hurry so instead of taking everything out of my bag and re-packing it, I just take out one pair of shoes I planned on wearing after school. I'll have to just wear the ones I've got on now instead. Finally I manage to close my bag, so I sling it over my right shoulder and walk across the room. I pick up the mess strewn across the floor and push it behind the chest of drawers in my closet where it's out of sight, before shutting the doors. I check that my bedroom door is locked one last time before I pull my curtains open and un-latch my window. I pull the window open and climb out of it onto a large branch of the oak tree which is dangerously close to the side of the house. My hand scrapes against the window frame as I reach in and do my best to shut the curtains again, before pulling the window firmly shut.


Moving in closer to the trunk of the tree I quickly make my way down and jump onto the ground. My bag bounces against my back and my shoes rub against my ankles as I run down the side of the house and across the front yard. I'm starting to regret taking out that extra pair of shoes, but there's no time to turn around and get them now. My pace slows as I reach the footpath and I relax a bit as I get further down the street and away from my house.


"7:38 am" I read out loud from my watch. That's good; I still have plenty of time before school starts at 9 o'clock. On the other hand, I'd normally be there by now. I'll just have to set my alarm for an earlier time tomorrow. As I turn around a corner the sun hits my eyes and I look down to allow my messy, unkept black hair to fall in front of my face. It's long enough to just cover my eyes now and isn't far off reaching the tip of my nose. After around 5 minutes I am almost at school and I hear a few quiet voices. I keep my dark brown eyes downcast to try and avoid making eye-contact with anyone and being forced into conversation; I'm just not in the mood right now.


Once at the school gate I walk through and quickly start heading to the back left corner of the school behind the E Block. There are no windows at the back of the E Block so no one can see into that corner of the grounds unless they come all the way around here, which no-one ever does. Except me and all the other druggies and losers. It's always trashed back here; there's so much rubbish. Food wrappers, broken bottles, cigarette butts, and some other worse stuff which I don't even want to think about. But here I am again, as I am every school day. Heck, I sometimes even come here on weekends! I mean, what else am I supposed to do? Sit at home with my family? I don't think so.


The sound of a bottle smashing to the ground pulls me out of my thoughts. I turn around to see a group of about 5 juniors standing in their usual corner smoking, as always. One of them has just dropped a beer bottle and it's remaining contents is now spilling onto the pavement. I ignore it and go to sit down on the bench against the back fence of the school. The fences around this side weren't those small wire ones like out the front, they were really high, strong wooden ones. I leant my back against it as I sat down and dumped my bag beside me. I opened the front pocket and pulled out my water bottle and a box of pills. I took two before shoving them back in my bag and grabbing out a different pill bottle and having one of them too. I didn't want to over do it, after all it was only the morning and Corey would be here soon anyway. I had only been taking the ones from the first box for a few days too, and I still wasn't entirely sure what they would do. I'd found them in the bathroom cupboard behind some of my sisters stuff, it was obvious she hadn't used them in ages so with any luck she wouldn't even notice they were gone. After reading the label on them I saw that they were left-over from that time she broke her leg at the end-of-school-year party last year. Some drunk idiot pushed her down the stairs and she'd broken it in 3 places. I didn't really care what they were for though, as long as they made me feel good.


After I'd shoved my water back in my bag I had a smoke just as Corey showed up. Corey was kind of my friend I guess. We talked, we hung out, and he gave me some of my drugs. That was what friends were like wasn't it? Well, it was good enough for me either way. "Oli! Sorry I'm late man. Power went out and I didn't get up 'till 7:30. Then my brother was in the shower, the bastard, and turns out he'd taken my T-shirt. His lucky I was in a hurry or I would've beaten the shit outta him."


"Hey Corey! It's fine I was late anyway. Just got here myself 5 minutes ago." I reassured him. "Want one?" I offered holding out my pack of cigarettes to him. He took one and sat down next to me then opened his bag and got out a container. He held it out to me so I took it and looked inside. Sure enough, there were the drugs he'd promised me. "Thanks man." I said while shoving the container to the bottom of my bag.


We sat and chatted for a while before I got up to go to my locker. Once there I put my bag inside and headed to the bathrooms. It was still early so there was no-one in there yet. My eyes were really blood shot, I was pale unhealthily skinny, the list goes on and basically... I looked like absolute crap. I reached my hand in my pocket and took my eye drops out before turning back to the mirror and putting a few in each eye to try and get rid of some of the redness. I blinked a few times then shut my eyes and splashed my face with cold water. I dried my face on my shirt and went to put my drops back in my pocket. "FUCK!" I had left the broken blade of my razor in my pocket. I remember putting it in there yesterday before I had a shower. When I'd gotten up this morning I'd just put on the same pair of shorts as yesterday and hadn't bothered to check the pockets. I wipe my blood-covered hand on my Bring Me The Horizon shirt and take some paper towel from the holder. Shit, now I've done it. I thought to myself. There was a deep cut on my thumb and there was a steady flow of blood coming from it. I gave it a quick wash under the water then wrapped the paper towel around it tightly. Not many people were here yet so I could get back to my locker without being seen. I threw the blade into my locker and shoved a few books on top of it so it couldn't be seen. Not that anyone would go into my locker anyway, but if someone was standing behind my when I was getting stuff out I wouldn't want them to see and question me about it.


Corey would probably be wating for me, but I didn't want him to see all the blood. He knew I was on edge and he'd be suspcious. He wasn't the kind of guy to just drop the subject if you told him to either. Sure he'd pretend to and he wouldn't ask you about it; but then he'd go behind your back to try and find out what was going on. I remember him doing that to me when we were in freshman year. I did't know him too well then and he couldn't figure out what the deal was with me getting to school so early, slipping in to the bathrooms when no-one else was in there, the crazy mood-swings... then he followed me one morning and found out about my "habit", aka the fact that I take drugs. He was actually really good about it, he knew how it felt so he didn't ask too much about why I did it. He just kind of accepted that I obviously had issues and this was my way of coping, well one of them. He didn't know about the other ways I tried to deal with everything and I planned on keeping it that way.