015 // things can get worse

⚠ / dark themes

London walked down the hallways the next day, oversized dark green sweater, the sleeves hiding his painted nails. He sighed, it was another day in this hellhole, he thought to himself, he hated his school he really did. He hated how he woukd walk into the boys bathroom and a group of jocks were there talking about girls or laughing about sports or something. He hated how they would alk stare at him as soon as he walked in, glaring and calling him a 'fag' and even more unneeded profanities.

Some even were 'homophobic' but would grab him and try to ask for sexual favors.

He also hated the lunchroom, Emmy was trying to get him to go out there and make new friends, but he couldn't, he just couldn't, he didn't trust anyone out there, he was terrified.

He hated the teachers the most, they were so rude to him, just him no one else. But he told his parents about it but they told him that as long as his grades are fine then they don't care.

So he gave up, he didn't fight it, he didn't try anymore, which is what got him in therapy in the first place.

He's depressed, so depressed. He felt alone, because he literally was. He walks home alone, he's in his room alone. He eats dinner technically alone. He blocks his family out anyways, he just didn't live anymore.

His parents thought It was a phase, but loosing your sister the only person that cared and loved you enough, is hard to get over. He honestly wished that he was dead. He didn't want to live, he felt like he had to choice but to live his life, he was always watched, people making sure that he was okay.

He finally made it into therapy, he walked down the smaller hallway and knocked on Emmy's door. He heard a faint come in and he followed.

He was then met with a familiar boy, the one he saw in the hallways, the one that bumped into him. He also saw a woman next to him, she had very similar features of the boy.

"Oh, London. This Is Jaden, he'll be your therapy partner and this is his mother, her an I were just talking." Emmy said. London didn't reply, he didn't talk to other people outaide of his space.

His space- a small bubble of people that London's known his whole life. Such as Juan, the boy he kissed when he was little and( got in so much trouble for.) He still talks to Juan, just not as much anymore. Because they both go to different schools and such.

But he just didn't talk to anyone outside of that bubble, so he was a bit Paranoid. But he let out a small 'hi' and sat in a seat.

"Well, I should get going, Thanks again Ms. Airwoode." The woman said as she got up and began to walk, Ms. Airwoode of course escorting the woman out,"No problem, have a good Day-" she continued talking but, London blocked it out and thought about something else.

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