In the end

Chapter 1

The steady sunlight of a cosy summers night spilt in through the space between the cheap white curtains of Joey's bedroom, though he couldn't see it. All that he saw and could bare to see was the darkly stained wooden floor and pieces of shattered glass speckled along it. Before long the throbbing started back up again, and he knew what was happening all too well. He'd woken like this, most unpleasantly, a thousand times, and would likely a thousand times again.
      Fine honey blonde tresses fell in front of his now tear-filled eyes, and when his attempts to blow them out of the way came to no avail, he came to the understanding that it would likely be better to get up now anyway. The pain was, as ever, almost unfathomable. However, Joey had more than enough familiarity with this feeling than was needed to push through it. He felt his pulse raging behind his eyes and his cheeks flush as he crawled into his lightly framed bed that anyone with eyes could see didn't suit the rest of the room whatsoever. The blankets encased his small frame with minimal effort, and for once, he could just almost wager that he felt safe. 
     Now that he was higher up, he could see the sky, a most spectacular gradient of pinks, reds, and oranges, with streaks of white than didn't cut it apart in any way, only added to the beauty. Small, black, shimmering birds soared around the sinking orb of light in the sky, carefree and beautiful as ever. He wished as he did almost every night, that he could be like that too. That he could go wherever he liked with whoever he liked and just be free. He'd never wanted anything more than to break free. As the thoughts circulated his head he knew only one way to halt them. Music. He reached for his headphones and heavily damaged IPod with only one thought in his head. 'Freddie Mercury'