Dear reader,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Welcome to my story. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Each chapter will consist of a first person perspective, unless it is a narrator perspective. It will mainly be the two main characters but there will occasionally be side characters. I will upload a chapter each issue, so once every two weeks. The writing will be in the form of a poem but still a continuous story. Every part of this story is completely original, except for possible references to lyrics or quotes. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Before you start reading, I have to warn you of a few things that may provoke certain people. They won\u2019t necessarily come up every part. But they will be there at some point in the book. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I will list all trigger warnings below, for future reference. However, I am writing it part by part, so there will be some that aren\u2019t mentioned here. I will definitely put a TW at the beginning of each chapter for anything that I think might concern anyone, whether it is mentioned here or not. Please don\u2019t feel pressured by anyone to read any section if you believe it will influence your mental health. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I hope you enjoy my work. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ll try not to make it too traumatizing!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Love, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your anonymous writer <\/p>\n\n\n\n
TW: minor implied self harm, implied physical abuse, verbal bullying\/harassment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the first person i notice is a boy <\/p>\n\n\n\n
a boy with sunken cheekbones <\/p>\n\n\n\n
dark circles under his eyes <\/p>\n\n\n\n
long dark hair <\/p>\n\n\n\n
that falls over his face<\/p>\n\n\n\n
a black band t-shirt <\/p>\n\n\n\n
clings to his slender figure <\/p>\n\n\n\n
navy blue cargo pants <\/p>\n\n\n\n
held up by a brown leather belt<\/p>\n\n\n\n
he\u2019s wearing <\/p>\n\n\n\n
loosely applied concealer <\/p>\n\n\n\n
attempting to cover <\/p>\n\n\n\n
the bruises on his tan skin<\/p>\n\n\n\n
spreading from his neck to his face<\/p>\n\n\n\n
his lower lip is swollen <\/p>\n\n\n\n
faded cuts line his slim wrists <\/p>\n\n\n\n
showing under his bracelets<\/p>\n\n\n\n
i want to help him<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but i know he won\u2019t accept it <\/p>\n\n\n\n
as easily as anyone else would<\/p>\n\n\n\n
i\u2019m a stranger to him<\/p>\n\n\n\n
no one else has kept his trust<\/p>\n\n\n\n
why would i<\/p>\n\n\n\n
he drags his dirty converse<\/p>\n\n\n\n
across the floor<\/p>\n\n\n\n
through the crowded hallway <\/p>\n\n\n\n
little designs with sharpie<\/p>\n\n\n\n
scribbled onto them<\/p>\n\n\n\n
he\u2019s slumped over <\/p>\n\n\n\n
his posture is begging <\/p>\n\n\n\n
to get out of this place <\/p>\n\n\n\n
where he can\u2019t be free<\/p>\n\n\n\n
kids linger around him <\/p>\n\n\n\n
reuniting with their friends<\/p>\n\n\n\n
struggling to open metal lockers<\/p>\n\n\n\n
shuffling their feet <\/p>\n\n\n\n
across the dusty marble floor <\/p>\n\n\n\n
the sun sneaks through a window<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but the hallway remains primarily dark <\/p>\n\n\n\n
reminding me slightly of a jail<\/p>\n\n\n\n
it portrays the illusion<\/p>\n\n\n\n
that we\u2019re all trapped here<\/p>\n\n\n\n
we\u2019re all birds<\/p>\n\n\n\n
captured in the same cage<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the boy\u2019s round eyes <\/p>\n\n\n\n
glued to his phone<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to avoid looking up <\/p>\n\n\n\n
headphones on <\/p>\n\n\n\n
his music so loud<\/p>\n\n\n\n
i can hear it faintly<\/p>\n\n\n\n
trying to block out <\/p>\n\n\n\n
the whispers<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the judgment<\/p>\n\n\n\n
they don\u2019t say his name<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but he knows <\/p>\n\n\n\n
he can feel the piercing eyes <\/p>\n\n\n\n
burning into the back of his head<\/p>\n\n\n\n
i watch in despair <\/p>\n\n\n\n
as two boys and a girl <\/p>\n\n\n\n
shove him forward <\/p>\n\n\n\n
call him names <\/p>\n\n\n\n
forcing their voices <\/p>\n\n\n\n
into his overthinking mind <\/p>\n\n\n\n
they creep into his ears <\/p>\n\n\n\n
causing him to tense up<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but the boy lets them <\/p>\n\n\n\n
push him around<\/p>\n\n\n\n
call him unworthy<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201ca real man would fight back\u201d <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cyou\u2019re just a coward\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n i can see it in his defeated eyes <\/p>\n\n\n\n the way his gaze remains steady<\/p>\n\n\n\n instead of filling with tears <\/p>\n\n\n\n he has tried to defend himself<\/p>\n\n\n\n but they kept going <\/p>\n\n\n\n it never worked for him before<\/p>\n\n\n\n eventually he decided <\/p>\n\n\n\n to let them take him<\/p>\n\n\n\n they\u2019ll destroy him <\/p>\n\n\n\n make him lose <\/p>\n\n\n\n the little hope <\/p>\n\n\n\n he has left <\/p>\n\n\n\n tear him apart <\/p>\n\n\n\n like he\u2019s a piece of paper<\/p>\n\n\n\n yet to be shredded<\/p>\n\n\n\n crumpled <\/p>\n\n\n\n burned<\/p>\n\n\n\n they\u2019ll play with him<\/p>\n\n\n\n like a cat with a mouse <\/p>\n\n\n\n taunting him <\/p>\n\n\n\n until he finally falls<\/p>\n\n\n\n he gave up a long time ago <\/p>\n\n\n\n he raised his white flag<\/p>\n\n\n\n but they tore it down <\/p>\n\n\n\n stabbing it with their insults <\/p>\n\n\n\n as sharp as knives <\/p>\n\n\n\n continuing the ceaseless war<\/p>\n\n\n\n his eyes meet mine<\/p>\n\n\n\n they\u2019re empty <\/p>\n\n\n\n two black holes <\/p>\n\n\n\n portraying pain<\/p>\n\n\n\n trauma <\/p>\n\n\n\n suffering<\/p>\n\n\n\n he’s clearly numb<\/p>\n\n\n\n he doesn’t whimper<\/p>\n\n\n\n he doesn’t shout<\/p>\n\n\n\n or tell them go away<\/p>\n\n\n\n i can\u2019t take it anymore<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cstop that\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n i yell at the bullies <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cwhy do you want to hurt him?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cwhat did he ever do to you?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cwill it make you feel better<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n about your own miserable lives?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n the boy looks up <\/p>\n\n\n\n and for just an instant <\/p>\n\n\n\n i see a flicker of hope <\/p>\n\n\n\n a spark of a dream<\/p>\n\n\n\n a candle in his darkness<\/p>\n\n\n\n for the first time <\/p>\n\n\n\n his eyes light up <\/p>\n\n\n\n but just as fast <\/p>\n\n\n\n it disappears <\/p>\n\n\n\n like a broken lightbulb<\/p>\n\n\n\n about to go out<\/p>\n\n\n\n the kids aren\u2019t used to anyone <\/p>\n\n\n\n daring to go against them <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cwhat did you say?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n the older boy growls <\/p>\n\n\n\n aiming to sound intimidating<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201ci said stop\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n i reply calmly <\/p>\n\n\n\n standing my ground<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201che doesn\u2019t deserve it\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cdon\u2019t bother\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n the boy speaks <\/p>\n\n\n\n for the first time <\/p>\n\n\n\n his eyes narrowing<\/p>\n\n\n\n his voice runs <\/p>\n\n\n\n as smooth as syrup<\/p>\n\n\n\n yet raw at the same time <\/p>\n\n\n\n he has a slight accent<\/p>\n\n\n\n he almost seems angry now<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cbut-\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n i say <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201ci said stop\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n he says <\/p>\n\n\n\n cold as ice<\/p>\n\n\n\n his tone rising<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cungrateful<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n i whisper<\/p>\n\n\n\n then regret it <\/p>\n\n\n\n because it\u2019s clear <\/p>\n\n\n\n he has been through enough<\/p>\n\n\n\n to have trust issues<\/p>\n\n\n\n he hears me <\/p>\n\n\n\n and the concrete wall <\/p>\n\n\n\n he\u2019s been building up forever <\/p>\n\n\n\n falls for a brief second <\/p>\n\n\n\n his dark eyes get shiny <\/p>\n\n\n\n but he blinks it away <\/p>\n\n\n\n before anyone can notice <\/p>\n\n\n\n shit<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n i understand that<\/p>\n\n\n\n he didn\u2019t want me to defend him<\/p>\n\n\n\n but he wanted someone on his side <\/p>\n\n\n\n he lost his one ticket out<\/p>\n\n\n\n i\u2019m so sorry <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n i want to tell him <\/p>\n\n\n\n but he turns away<\/p>\n\n\n\n with a subtle shake <\/p>\n\n\n\n of his head<\/p>\n\n\n\n a certain sadness <\/p>\n\n\n\n to the way he\u2019s walking<\/p>\n\n\n\n the one chance he had <\/p>\n\n\n\n gone. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Author’s Note Dear reader, Welcome to my story. 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