Story Without A Name

Story Without A Name

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione mer, set 20, 2017
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I pause by the door. I open it and walk in, watching the floor to avoid the loud spots. I get to my room unnoticed. My room consists of posters everywhere and damaged furniture. Most of my posters are All Time Low and my brother's band. I pull off my sweatshirt and silently stand in front of the mirror. All the insults cross my mind and I cry silently, unable to look away. My scars show dark to my pale skin. My actual cuts show bright red in comparison and I hiccup quietly. I unwrap the worse ones and walk into my bathroom. I wash my arm carefully and my white sink scares me. I get new gauze and wrap my arm back up. I sit on the closed toilet lid and try to calm down. I glance at the cleaner wrist. I open the drawer beside me, pulling out a box. I look at all the clean, shiny razors. I get out one of the smaller blades, turning it over and over in my hand. I close my hand over it tightly. It cuts deep into my palm. I cry louder, sobbing and drop it. I get up and let my palm drip into the sink. (More of an excerpt)
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It was now nighttime and I returned to my room which was very dark. The curtains were closed, strange I'm sure it was open this morning... Whatever. I put my bag down and went straight into the shower. I didn't spend a long time inside cause I was very tired and wanted to sleep. It was an exhausting day, I searched for some work, but like usual I failed... I sighted. I went out of the bathroom with only a towel around my waist and started to sit down when someone pushed me into the floor. Shit! Who was that? What did he want? I was very afraid and I had a lot of question passing my mind in this few seconds but didn't want to submit to my aggressor. I groaned and tried to get myself up, but he... Yeah, he was too strong and big to be she... Put his knee on my back and started to tie my hands together with some rope. Was he trying to kidnap or tie me? I froze in fear for a few seconds and stopped moving. I suppose he let his guard down since I stopped struggling, so I took this chance and flipped us over. It was now my turn to be on top and somehow succeeded to untie myself. I was lucky he didn't have time to fully tie me yet, so it was kind of easy. It was dark, so I couldn't see his face, but I still put my hands around his throat and started to strangle him a bit. 'W-Who are you and w-what do y-you want?' I asked trying to hide my fear that I miserably failed. '...' He still didn't respond, I was starting to loose control on myself. His silence was killing me and I started to shake in fear. Then he spoke and caught all my attention: 'You're so cute when you're afraid pet.' I froze, I recognized this voice and my fear turned to be true. All the struggling to escape, to disappear, to forget about him now came back in an instant. I was now trembling constantly losing all control of my body, my hand lets go of the man throat and all I could do was shakily say: 'Dimitri...' THIS IS A BOYXBOY STORY, YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!!!

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