A house full of boys, insanity, mental problems, fights, loss, addiction, sadness, love, life, safety, relationships and lastly......kinks.
Accompany Adrian to his new life in a new country, in an institute he is absolutely sure to fight every secon...
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One week that was all it took to everything go downhill
It was all it took to get rid of any feelings that lingered
It was all it was going to take to forget me
All was going to take for my existence to fade away into nothing
I had already been a burden when I was diagnosed with atypical depression, anxiety and been labelled as a passive suicidal person when I was 15,
I cared little for my body and life, I began smoking when I was 14, It helped calm the raging thoughts I had late at night during an insomnia crisis.
On my 15th birthday I was involved in a car accident, nothing serious at all but because of that, the cops were convinced that I needed therapy It wasn't bad but there were times I wish I could just stay in my room and not deal with her shit.
After a few months going there, I decided to follow at least one of many therapists advice and came out to my ' loving' parents -Please note the sarcasm- that I was gay, she babbled about in our sessions it would help with my anxiety and would lift the burden on me.
I guess it was the cherry on top of the cake for them because that was one really eventful night.
It had been a few minutes since I was shoved in a plane and shipped off to a house in Scotland that was supposed to 'help and fix me'. This place was a reformatory to boys of all ages to help with their wrongness, AKA: other sexualities that weren't straight.
I felt nothing during all this process, the supposed rage and sadness that I had to feel wasn't there I just felt... numb, no crying no screaming, no wincing from the pain that coursed through my body every time I moved, nothing just numbness. I stayed like that for the duration of the 10-hour flight to my new hell.
The flight arrived in the middle of noon when the sun was just starting to go down. My body was on autopilot as I got off the plane with my blue backpack and my two black suitcases -that had multiple drawings in the front thanks to my white permanent marker and many sleepless nights- from the baggage carousel and walked out where all the other people were waiting for their loved ones.
Except me.
I stopped at the side watching multiple scenes unfold in front of me, people hugging each other speaking excitedly, others were crying glad to be reunited after a long time I suppose, some were just talking but you still could see the happy aura around them.
Then there's me preparing to go to one of my worst nightmares with my gloomy aura, just waiting for the inevitable pain I would receive in this reformatory, jokes on them I can take pain well.
Scanning my eyes through the people again, but this time with a different objective, my eyes landed on a sign that had my name is written on it, Adrian Barrett, with flowers and hearts surrounding it.
