All Characters are 18 or older.
Maybe it way the way sun shined in the clear blue sky that made Demetri Parker look up that morning. He sighed and headed for his school. Reading relaxed his muscles and brain, calming him down. Study Hall was always his favorite time of the day. That was until the bell rang. The Hoffman brothers met him exactly at 12:14 everyday, right before school was let out and at back exit, which was the only path to his house. Since there was no escape, he sighed and left the room.
Looking up at the ceiling, he opened the doors, greeted by Mark Hoffman.
"Hey Parker. Hows the fag life?" Mark Hoffman sneered, looking him straight in the eyes.
When he didn't reply, thats when things got ugly.
"Shitface, I'm talking to you!" Mark said, his voice coated in anger.
Then, Mark motioned his brothers, Ronnie, Derek and Sam, to shove him around until Mark was ready.
It seemed to go on forever, until Mark shouted stop.
The fist came down harder and harder until he was completely covered in bruises. The kicking stopped also, leaving him in a world filled with pain.
They left, leaving him helpless. Before he could stand, he blacked out on the pavement.
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Taylor Laurent looked into the mirror. He study his body, looking at the scars that covered most of his body. He knew he couldn't stop cutting himself unless he got help. He decided not to go to school today, fearful of what might happen if they saw the scars. He laid in his bed, wondering what his mother would do if she was still alive. She would probably tell him to get some help for his safety. Cutting helped him get over the fact that he witnessed his mothers brother kill her in mid daylight. But day by day, he was feeling weaker. The amount of blood he lost, he could not remember. His eyes lowered, till he dreamt of his mother and her joy.
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Demetri woke up dazed. He could not remember what had happened to him the night before or who had left him lying on the pavement.
"Hello?" He whispered
No Reply.
"Is anyone here?"
Still, no answer.
He walked down the path towards his house, feeling strange and confused.
The path twisted and turned, eventually leading him to his small house. He checked his pockets for the key, opened the door and threw his bag on the floor. Upstairs, he heard a faint sound coming from his bedroom. A robber? He shook his head. He had no vaulables in there.
He dropped everything he had on him as soon as he opened the door.
"Dad?" He said.
"Thats right, Demetri. I'm back." His father smiled and locked the door.
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Taylor woke the next day, wishing he had the fan on while he slept. Then he remembered the dream he had.
He was walking in a meadow with his mother and suddenly she changed. She became a he. A beautiful looking boy, 18 with coal black eyes and hair, enough to shift any straight, gay. But there was saddness in his eyes. Such sorrow that only made Taylor yearn more of him.
He wondered who he was and what that meant. He shrugged but had the feeling to cut again.
"No." He told himself.
"Cut, cut, cut..." Whispered the voice.
"No!" He screamed.
"Do it now." The voice said, growing with anger every minute.
Reaching for the knife, Taylor tried to resist, but the voice told him to stop and let all his worries vanish.
The knife pierced his skin, making him cry out. The blood poured out with every pulse and breath.
Taylor wanted everything to go away. The voice and the cutting. Thats when he reached for the phonebook.
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