TW: HOMOPHOBIC SLURS, MENTION OF (SELF) HARM, VIOLENCE
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The caramel haired boy stared at the ceiling. All he could ever do was look. No emotions, no feelings, anything. He turned his hazel eyes towards his body, the thickness of the blood pressured him like tons of heavy bags. He needed to focus. "focus, focus, focus, FOCUS." The word raced around his mind with maximum speed. Finally, thoughts started to appear:" I didn't deserve any of this, but, I think I also deserve all of this."
It was like his veins gave him a powerful electroshock every time he started to feel less bad. At the edge of blacking out, he noticed how the blood was dazzling that he couldn't pull himself away from it. That red liquid was the only thing he saw in a different color than black and white.
He looked at the broken mirror which was on the floor, right in front of him. He hated mirrors, especially it; because it reflected his insecurities, his failures, his past/present and future, basically his life. His dad, Lonnie had literally gone crazy at 4 am:
I DON'T FUCKING WANT TO BREATHE IN THE SAME PLACE WITH A SLUT, A WEIRDO AND A FAGGOT!
and punched the first thing he could, the mirror. A fag... at that point, he didn't even know what that meant or what he was implying. Just his "dad", being "himself".
The 15 year old boy had the courage to look at that mirror again. He saw nothing but a broken face, body, ....heart. His vision began to blur, and lost control of his head's movement. He tried to get up, knowing it wouldn't work: His arms didn't let him grab a single thing, since they were fully damaged. His wrists caught his attention which he saw red lines, just red... and... lines. The lines were straight as the monitors screen when someone lost their life.
All these things wouldn't have resulted if he didn't get triggered about nearly... everything. Drowning in himself, to lose consciousness, he heard a familiar voice:
"WILL! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?"
The voice sounded concerned, sad and angry at the same time. He knew what was about to happen, and he clearly wasn't ready for it.
YOU ARE READING
THE GATE
Fanfiction".....all of a sudden, everything started to make so much sense that I wanted those salty tears in my cheeks to last forever. That gate, i sobbed, that goddamn gate was LOVE right? I continued, trying to calm myself even though I knew it was so fuck...
