The Pain Isn't Horrible, It's Addicting

🚫Warning, if you are sensitive to any of these, you may not want to read this story🚫
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•Abuse
•Death
•Suicide
•Sex
•Depression
•Neglect
•Rape
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Aron was only seven years old when he had been neglected by his parents, his friends and everyone he trusted at that age. Not even his school teachers cared about him, except for one other person.

Jimmy Yuma, or just Yuma, was the name of that other person.

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"How sure are you?" Aron asked, his voice quivering as the multi-colored haired teen jumped the fence that was surrounding his fathers farm. "Yes, I'm sure man, lets go!" Jimmy persuaded and smirked as he pulled out his knife for protection in this part of country, since there was usually robbers and rapists around. The Russian hesitantly jumped over the fence that seperated Yumas' fathers farm. "Oh come on, you know that we're gonna do this eventually, right? We gotta grow up man..." Jimmy chuckled as Aron stood stiffly by the road.

"Y-Yeah, but not like this..." the slightly taller male mumbled under his breath. Jimmy just sighed and pulled him to a car that was pulled up by the side of the road. "Yo! Jimmy, who's this?" Anthony questioned as he stared at the younger male. Aron stayed silent and let an awkward silence wash over the three people.

"This is Aron, my friend. Why, does it matter?" Yuma huffed and opened the back door for Aron, which he slowly got inside the car with Anthony glaring at him through the rear-view mirror. Jimmy slid into the passenger side and shut the door and they waited for Aron to speak up about anything.

"Where to now?" Aron asked quietly, which made the guys snicker at him. "What?" He asked out of embarassment.

"We never plan where we go, dude, its a thing we do." Anthony replied and started off to the city. "Ight, gotchya..." Aron chuckled nervously.

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