POLAR CRIMSON
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  • Parts 9
  • Time 1h 47m
  • Reads 471
  • Votes 63
  • Parts 9
  • Time 1h 47m
Ongoing, First published Feb 03, 2016
I knew they never liked me..."my parents" so when they announced to me that night after dinner that i will be attending a boarding school...i didnt find it surprising, i guess they couldnt just wait to get me out of their presence..i didnt know if i should get excited or sad but i guess its for the better..little did I know that I was in for more to come, even with the prayers said at the assembly every morning why were we still asked to sacrifice to some unknown spirits, what happened to those students and teachers who went missing every week, what are the true meaning of the words of the old man I met on my way that fateful day, why did he give me his most precious possession. All this questions I want to get answers to, Kylie my room mate and best friend is as curious too...even the coldest guy next to us...
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My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.