I.. Is It My Fault?

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I had a hand wrapped tightly around the strap of my rucksack. My fingers fidgeting every moment they had. My head was held low, I did the same with my eyes.
The building was alive with bustling bodies, rushing to get to their next location. But naturally, they each took a good look at me before passing. That only worsened my crushing anxiety.
So.. This is high-school? Seems.. Evil.
That's when I felt two hands on my shoulders. I jumped and turned around to look at the person behind me.
"Alright, on you go." She said in a tired voice. It hid a sense of darkness in it however. I didn't trust this woman. Not one bit.
"I'll pick you up later." And with that, she left.
But I knew that she was probably still watching me to make sure that I actually went inside.
Fuck.. This was going to be hell.
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Clay Rider, a shy kid. He'd been through a lot in his short life. And not all of it nice. Abuse, neglect, bullying. He'd had it rough for a long time.
He thought it would all change, when Rash Flitching showed up in his life.
But since he hadn't lowered his walls in a long time, he wasn't sure if he could trust him.

Was it all genuine? Could he allow himself to feel loved? Could he, trust again?
Or was it all another vicious plot designed to tip him over the edge and make him do what he'd been so craving all thoes years.

Touches on some, difficult situations. Such as, self harm, depression, mental challenges. And homophobia. Along with other types of discrimination. I apologise in advance.

I also hope in making this long one, so.
Please be patient. Please?

-Same as always, you get the gist. Irregular update times. Again, I apologise and appreciate your patience.-