So,I am making a new book. It's going to be called He's "Sleeping". I am basing these stories off of some drawings I made and two of my friends at school wanted to see it as a real book,so guess what I'm doing. I can't post it on here because one of my friends,he doesn't know I like Yaoi and I know that he's not exactly okay with the shit I like soooo yeahhhhh. It's going to be on my new account

@Zeno062. Go follow it if you want to. Here's the description:

This story is about a 10 year old boy who doesn't understand the concept of death. His brother is "sleeping" his father always says. Every single day,Luca goes to his brother's resting place,talking to him about his new adventures. But there's always one thing on hid mind,what happened that NIGHT? To uncover all of this,a figure going by the name 'Mr. Demon' guides him to different places to help Luca remember . As each day goes by,his father,Keith,starts drinking even more to cope with the pain. With all the drinking and the pain,Keith starts abusing Luca, day after day,night after night,almost never leaving him and Luca is struggling to survive. Mr.Demon comes to his rescue as he protects him,heals his wounds and helps him to live without his parents and understand the concept of death.

Did y'all like it?

Here's a bit of chapter one.

Chapter 1: Don't think

Hello,my name is Luca,I'm 9 years old and it's almost my birthday. But today,is nothing to be happy about,according to my mommy,brother died. I don't get it though,father said he was "sleeping" mommy says he died. A lot of people came to our house and said "I'm sorry for you loss little one." I DON'T GET IT! SOMEBODY PLEASE explain it to me! I hate this, not knowing anything,people keeping secrets,everybody coming to our house. As soon as the people left,mother was still crying and father looked at me with an unreadable expression,like hatred? But,I was getting worried,where was brother? If he was sleeping he would be here? "What do you mean he's dead father,I don't get it? He looked hurt, you could see the anger in his eyes,the fire never quite dying. As soon as I was about to open my mouth,he hit me. With full force I felt the wind get knocked out of me. It hurt,I screamed and that was quickly covered with a hand clamping over my mouth. "Shut up,you don't want to wake mommy....do you?" I kept squirming around.

There you go,I have to now drink a shit ton of RedBull to survive now. Time to upload a covet,write even more and die. I love making new stories.