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

Chapter 3

~*~ A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in ages! Please forgive me! *does sad puppy eyes*... I feel bad for keeping you waiting so long! But in this chapter it starts getting interesting... ;)


I have 19 stories started on Wattpad now but this and Orange are the only 2 I've posted! I'm sooo bad!! Another one of my stories called All Kinds Of Trouble should be posted soon, so be sure to check it out as well as Orange.


Chapters are probably gonna start getting shorter so that I can update more often. I'm finding it too hard to make them long!


As always, comments are appreciated! Love it or hate it let me know! XD ~*~


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I quickly slammed my hand on the snooze button so my alarm would stop. It was way louder than I thought it would be and I didn't want to wake anyone else up. There was no sunlight coming through my window this morning; it was only 4:30am. Crazy right? I know, but I wanted to go out before school started and still get there not too long after my usual time.


I reluctantly pull the covers off myself and went to my cupboards. I reach behind the chest of drawers and pulled out an assortment of different items that were hidden behind it. I glanced at my door to make sure it was locked before dumping the items on my bed. A few books, some clothes and shoes, pictures, a journal, a sketchpad, and 2 bags; one containing all my pills and drugs, the other a ton of things I used for harming. This one was kept especially well hidden under all of the other stuff behind the drawers. I didn't want anyone seeing the bag full of a few broken razors I'd dismantled, a sharp pair of scissors I'd stolen from my mum's old craft pile (she was too busy working to craft these days), a knife, several boxes of band-aids, tissues and paper towel, a belt, some pins and sewing needles, elastic bands, and a few pens that had run out of ink. Yes, that's right, there is a belt in there. I've used it before too and I kind of regret that now. But my feelings about my 'attempts' change day to day, hour to hour with my mood.


I was actually feeling pretty positive right now. Today is going to be a good day I told myself in my head. From the pile of junk now spread across my bed I took the sketch pad, 2 bottles of pillls from the first bag, and- I hesitated at the second bag before taking out an empty pen, elastic bands and some pins. I won't cut today, I won't do anything bad, I thought to myself. Well except smoke and maybe take a few pills, I shook my head at the thought, as if trying to shake it out of my mind. Okay, I'll have a smoke but I won't take any pills unless I feel like shit later in the day. With that thought in my mind I picked up my school bag and stared throwing things into it; my water bottle, books, pencil case, some pills, and the items I had just taken out of the second bag. Except the elastic bands, I slipped them onto my wrists. My bag was no where near as full today as yesterday, I was trying to leave room for other things though.


Since I hadn't had the chance yesterday afternoon I decided I would go shopping this morning before school instead. Most of the shops in Willowhill opened at around 6am, so I had plenty of time to get ready and catch the train. I'm not going to lie, it's scary catching the train at 5am sometimes. Willowhill is the biggest town around here and it's still pretty small and quite, so Hughsburg and the other surrounding towns are even more so. Perfect for all the dodgy creeps to hang around in the early hours of the morning... and at what better place than the train station? I may be a druggie and dress in black and fit all the stereotypes, but I'm not like the low-life's that hang around the station. I only go there so I can get to the other towns around Hughsburg on my own; I don't have my licence and I don't want to ask anyone to drive me. Imagine if one of my parents had to drive me... that would be an awkward car ride. I shudder at the thought of it.


I turn back to my cupboard and get out some clothes. I end up pulling on some black skinny jeans with dark blue stitching on them, a long-sleeved blue t-shirt that matches the colour on my jeans, and over this I have an Of Mice And Men band t-shirt. To finish off the look and cover my scars I put a heap of wristbands on each arm, most of them bearing band names and lyrics in bold black lettering. I leave my school bag on my bed and unlock my door. I slip out of my room and tip-toe to past Kelly's room and the study to the bathroom. My pale face and bloodshot eyes stare back at me from the mirror. I shuffle things around in the cupboard under the sink until I find my eyeliner. As usual, I make a thick black ring directly around each eye. I run a comb through my hair briefly and spike it up at the back and top a little. I pull my long side-fringe infront of my left eye and smooth it down. Shutting my eyes and mouth tight, I cover my hair with hairspray. It is getting kinda long now, and won't stay up in spikes if I don't spray it. A lot of the time I don't bother fixing my hair in the morning, but I'm going out so I do today. I brush my teeth at a ridiculous speed, probably not really doing much at all to clean them. I make a weak attempt at a smile to my reflection before heading out of the bathroom and cautiously walking down the stairs, being careful to step over the squeaky one.


Once on the first level I go into the kitchen and take a slice of pizza from the fridge. I don't want to wake anyone up by using the microwave so I just eat it cold. Yeah, I'm weird like that, I eat cold pizza at 5am. Deal with it. I've already brushed my teeth but who cares. And I hardly cleaned them at all anyway.


Pizza in hand, I walk back up the stairs and in to my room. I check my reflection again in the full-length mirror on the back of my door. It's amazing how I can eat so much junk all the time and still be incredibly thin. Good genetics I guess... and possibly something to so with all the drugs... I turn away from the mirror and stand beside my bed. My school bag zips up easily for a change, still with plenty of room for all the things I intend to buy.


There's no need for me to go out my window and climb down tree today because no-one else is up just yet. I put on my shoes (dark blue converse) then take my bag and whatever else I'll need for the day. I lock my door behind me and trudged back downstairs. I flick the lock on the front door and open it a little. I slide out the gap then turn around and carefully close it behind me. I sling by bag onto my back and start on my way to the station.


Once at the station I check the train times before leaning in the corner near the vending machines. I pull a cigarette from my pocket, flick my lighter a few times before it eventually ignites, and light my smoke. I take a few long drags and feel a bit more relaxed. I didn't even realise how stressed and tense I was. I feel a bit better now so I drop the cigarette and stamp my foot on it. The smoke I blow out from my mouth obscures my surroundings. I kind of enjoy watching it swirl around in the air and gradually disappear. If only I could disappear as easily as that smoke can. That thought calms me down in a strange kind of way before I come back to my senses and mentally shake myself. Goddamit, can I just try and be happy for a few hours at least? I attempt to push these thoughts from my mind as I see my train pulling up. It doesn't really work though because as the doors open and I step inside there are still too many thoughts in my head, making me kind of depressed. This is why I take drugs. You don't have to think of feel anything and it's all so much easier that way! But not today. Today I'll try and stay clean.


The train ride is rather uneventful; I just sit and listen to my iPod. No one harasses me though so I don't mind. I get off at Williowhill North Station at 5:48am and make my way to my favourite street of shops. On the way I stop at a little cafe and buy a large, extra strong coffee. Coffee is amazing, just let me say. On top of the fact that I'm kind of addicted to it, I really needed it today, more than usual. I drink it and listen to my ipod as I walk along and when I reach all the best shops I sit on a bench outside and wait for them to open. A man speaks and I look up from my ipod. He is standing in the open doorway of the shop I'm sitting out the front of. It's my favourite shop here. They sell band merchandise, mostly T-shirts, of all the best bands (in my opinion anyway).


"We're open if you wanna come in" he says. He looks to be in his early 30's, a sleeve of tattoos covering his left arm, shaved head, and a bit chubby. I've seen him here before, and I come here often enough that he might recognise me. That and the fact that I'm wearing an Of Mice And Men T-shirt, a ton of wristbands with the names of bands on them, and the hoodie I'm carrying says "Pull the trigger bitch!" are probably how he new I was waiting to come in. I get up off the bench and the guy holds the door open for me as I enter. I see that his name tag reads "Mark".


"Thanks" I mumble quitely, keeping my head hung low so he can't see my face. A large bright orange sign catches my attention. It reads: Clearance Items! 50% off marked price! This rack only. I walk straight over to the round rack of clearance items and start searching through them. There is a random assortment of things on here; hoodies, tank tops, t-shirts, and a basket full of wristbands, caps, and posters sits on top of the rack. I pull an Escape The Fate hoodie out of the mess of clothes and check the size. It's a Medium which is okay. I'm pretty small for my age, short-ish and super skinny. I usually fit a small or medium size, and because this is a hoodie it doesn't matter if it's a bit big anyway. Plus it's the last one there so I don't have any other option. The price on the tag says $32. Hell yeah! It's 50% off so it's only $16!! I hang on to it as I search the rest of the rack.


After searching the whole store and trying several things on I head to the counter with 2 hoodies, a belt, 3 t-shirts, a tank top, a cap, and about a dozen or so new wristbands. Just as I start putting my things on the counter another guy comes into the store. He looks about my age, maybe a bit older, with short brown hair and grey-green eyes. He's wearing a red Woe Is Me t-shirt with plain black shorts. His shirt is kind of loose, but I can still see that he is quite muscular. He's... sort of... well, attractive... I've gotta say. I realize I'm gawking at him and quickly turn away. It seems he didn't notice though and neither did Mark (the guy who works here), so I'm safe for now. He jogs over to the counter and Mark smiles at him, but it is a confused smile.


"What are you doing here now, Jordan? Don't you have school soon?" Mark asks the guy. So his name is Jordan. "And aren't you on at 5 tonight?"


"Umm, yeah I am but..." Jordan stops and looks sheepishly at Mark, then continues. "You know that hoodie I got my brother for his birthday next week? Well... Isortofhaditinmycarandwheniwasrivingispiltcoffeeonitandtheniputitinmybagwhichgotstolenandnowiampanickingcozihavenothingelsetogivehimsoineedanewone...?? Please?" He spoke so fast it's ridiculous, and all I really heard out of that was something about coffee. Mark looks just as confused as I feel.


"What? Could you maybe repeat that A BIT SLOWER!?" Mark asks, seeming a bit frustrated. Then adds jokingly "Jesus boy, what are you on?"


"Wow, I know I'm hyper but it's just the coffee I swear! I may be weird and crazy but I'm not some druggy loser!!" Jordan replies defensively. Oh God, here we go again. Random strangers judging things that they know nothing about. This happens more often than you would think. I hang my head down a bit lower and pull my hair over my face more. I'm super embarassed, which is unusual for me because normally I would just be angry and swear at him or something, but I guess I'm just in a weird mood. My eyes are probably bloodshot still from yesterday, and chances are I smell like cigarette smoke. Now I'm blushing too.


Unfortunately Jordan sees me look down and hide behind my hair. He hesitates and says "Oh I-" but then is cut off by Mark.


"So what happened?" Mark asks, back to all seriousness. Jordan turns his attention back to him and sighs.


"The hoodie I got my brother was in my bag" Jordan pauses and Mark gives him a look that says he wants him to continue, so Jordan does. "The bag that got stolen last week" He finishes.


Mark sighs and says that there is nothing they can do about it and to go and look on the clearance rack where they have been moved to. Jordan agrees and heads in the direction of the orange sign.


"Sorry about that" Mark apologises to me, then starts scaning all my items. He tells me the total cost and I start searching through my bag for my money, when Jordan runs back over.


"There aren't any left!!" he yells, sounding desperate. "They're all gone!!!" Suddenly his head snaps to the counter, or more specifically, my hoodie still folded up on the counter waiting to be payed for. "That one there..." he says weakly pointing to my escape the fate hoodie. Well, soon-to-be-mine anyway.


I hesitate before saying "Ohh, umm, you can, uh, you can have it if you want" I really love that hoodie but I don't wanna cause any trouble. Trouble seems to find me enough as it is.


"What? No, I can't do that. It's yours, you found it first." he says, but still sounds disapointed.


"No, really. I have another one. Besides, technically you had it first 'coz yours got stolen" I point out to him. He looks hesitant as I hand it to him. I think he feels guilty for taking it, so I smile at him a little to try and re-assure him that it's fine.


"Thank-you so much. Honestly, I really appreciate it....uh...?" Oh, I think he wants my name...


"uh, it's Oli" I say quickly. He smiles and holds his hand out to shake my own. I reach out hesitantly and shake his hand.


"Jordan." He introduces himself. "But you probably already knew that after you heard me and Mark talking." he continues. I nod awkwardly and Mark starts clicking stuff on the computer to subtract the cost of the hoodie from what I have to pay. Once he tells me the new total I hand my money over and take my items.


As I'm walking out he door I hear Jordan yell "Bye Oli!" I turn on the spot to look at him. He's waving at me. Weird guy...


"Bye Jordan" I call back with a small wave and leave. He seems friendly. Like REALLY friendly... and hyper. It's strange because he looks older than me but acts like a little kid. I laugh a bit thinking about him, he's kind of cute actually.


Agh, NO OLI!! Shut up brain! He's not CUTE!!!


I go to a few other shops and buy some more stuff then start heading to another street of shops a few minutes walk away. I'm reading the reciept from the shop I was just in because I'm pretty sure they didn't charge me for one of my items. Suddenly I smack into something. Wait, no, someone!


I look up to quickly apoligise and realise... it's no other than Jordan.


"I'm so sor- oh! Oli! Umm, sorry about that I was texting and I didn't see you!" He recognises me.


"Umm, no that was my fault. I wasn't looking either..." I confess awkwardly. "Wait..." I've just noticed something. His carrying his school bag. "WHAT'S THE TIME?!?!" I ask in a panick.


"err..." He checks his watch "5 minutes to 9" he replies casually, as if I didn't just yell at him in panick.


"SHIT!!!" I scream.


"Wow, calm down! What's wrong?" he grabs my arm to pull me back as I start to run off.


"I'm going to be late for school!! I live in Hughsburg and I still have to catch the train back and school starts at 9!! FUCK I'M GONNA BE LATE!" I explain to him yelling.


"Oh, damn. Sorry, I'll see you Oli" He says, finally letting me go.


"Bye Jordan!" I call over my shoulder. Then I BOLT to the train station.


I make it to school by 9:30. Half an hour late. Pease let me be okay, please let me be okay, please-


"OLIVER MAYSLEY!"


Crap.