These tears of death (boyxboy)

prologue

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it wasn't allways like this.

everyone use to be happy, well, thats until my parents dies.

i'll start from the start.

I was six, and I was happy, just like any other six year old. i had a older brother that treated me like the world, parents that would quit worrk just so i'm happy, and a little sister that was four, who was just the most sweetest angel ever. first it started with Misty, my little sister.

jessie, my older brother, had taken us to the park.

"Misty! i called as i ran. Jessie was sitting on the swing swinging his legs as he smiled at us.

she had turned from the sand pit to look at me "wessss!" she called in her angelic voice.

"TIPS! YOUR IT!" she laughed and jumped up to chase me

I had ran out across the road, of course not looking

"LUC!!!! DON'T CRO-" jessie was cut off, as i turned to him and saw. everything was in slow motion, Misty had ran out on the road after me, and a car, it was speeding towards her. i started to run towards her, but it was to late. the car collided with her small frail body. blood had went every where as the car slamed on they're brakes. I had just killed, my 4 year old, baby sister. it was all my fault.

the next was mum, my dear mother, she was 48, it had been 3 years since Mistys death, I had broken my arm on the monkey bars, so I was off to the hospital. but mum had picked up a hitchhiker, it seemed all fine at first, yep all good. until he mentioned the recent lady that dies by a hitchhiker, this had set mum in caution of this man. it had become silent, and as we were about to pass a deserted street he had said.

"go down this street or the kid dies" he had put the knife to my neck. mum had done as he said and we had droven down the street for an hour until we were off road, after a bit he had told mum to pull over. he pulled mum and me out of the car and tied me up.

he made me sit there and watch as he grabbed my mum by the hair and rapped her, before killing her, not a quick death either. no. he started with cutting off her ears, then her breast, then he slowly cut out her eyes, and he let her bleed to death. right infront of my eyes.

after she was gone, i stared in horror, my arm hurt and the tears in my eyes stung. the guy turned to me and steeped foward, but just then, the sound of sirens were heard. "speak, and i'll hunt. you. down" he growled, he jumped in the car and speed off. and i was left there, tied up, staring at my dead mother, silent.

next was my father, i remember this one, there is NO way i'd forget. after mum passed a year ago, he had been drinking. Jessie was out with friends, he was moving out soon, he is 18 now, you could see he was depressed. anyway, dad had drank a lot, and like normal, he beat me. it's been like this for three months now "it's your fault they're dead, your mother and your sister!" he had yelled, then a smirk crossed his face, this was different, really different. "do you want to know what pain feels like? both emotional and physical you fucking fagot?!" i whimpered as he grabed my arms and turned me onto my stomack, he pulled off my pants and for a second, i was so confused. i can't even describe the fear that ran through me as i heard his pants come down, next thing you know, he shoves his whole load into my small skinny ass. i cry out and try to fight back but it's useless, he stopped as there was a gasp and the sound of a bag dropping.

i heard the sound of feet running and dad pushed into me once more, cumming in me before he pulled out and stood, i just laid there. i head something and realised my dad had a gun, and it was pointed at me, just then the door burst open and in run the police "drop your weapon and put your hands where we can see them" one said as all three men pointed guns at my dad, my dad spun around and shot at them, all missing. they shot at him, and they droped to the ground. dead. jessie ran over to me and engulfed me in a hug as I cried.

next was jessie, he was 18 and half, yeah, only a few months after dad.

It was just a normal day, I was still depressed. and gloomy, i mean, i was rapped. I had walked into the house after school, usually Jessie picks me up, but he hadn't come, I din't know why. i called out to him, no answer, i called louder, no answer. i went upstairs to his room and looked inside. empty. except, a letter. a single envelope sat on his bed, i went over and read it.

'dear lil bro,

I'm so sorry, i tried, i really did. but I can't i just can't anymore. goodbye. i'll always love you Luc. remember that.

from Jessie'

tears fell from my eyes and i ran to his bathroom, he was there, in the tub, red water, he was under. i ran over to him and with every once of strength I had, i pulled him out. but he was gone, i was to late. i screamed out, i cried and i punched the wall. the neighbours had called the police, and that was it. my brother. everything i had left. it's gone.

soon I made a friend, she had fallen off a cliff infront of my eyes. another friend, got in a car acident. another got beat to death. and another simply fell from her bedroom windown, on a 3 story house. you know what? i saw all this, i saw everything, everyone around me dies. so I stoped being close.

thats where we go into the present tense. i'm now just the loser gay bo, that never shows emotions or cries when he's beat. 

life sucks.