Sushiwatermelon04

Short one-shots involving sexuality:
Chapter one: Pages 1-6: A 18-year-old high school student finds himself in a situation that involves his sexuality, sex is his only drug. But one person only comes to mind when he thinks about love, is it wrong?
Chapter two: Pages 7-14: A 21-year-old dropout is suddenly notified of the death of her beloved. She finds herself in a strange situation involving her late girlfriends' brother. She begins to get confused about her own sexuality, after thinking her Nightingale syndrome was an illusion only to discover it was far from that, should she follow her desires or stay true to her late lover and the sexuality she declared to the world?
Chapter three: A 17-year-old girl, Eden finds herself in a strange situation she chose to be in with figuring out her sexuality. She finds herself in a love triangle between a 22-year-old high-profile male prostitute and a girl named Kisara, age 18. Will she choose right in a journey she found herself in?
Chapter four: A 17 year old soccer player finds himself intrigued and confused by a 19 year old junkie, Caden, who prides himself in his sexuality. Will he go down the wrong path for love?
Chapter Five- Seven: Ongoing…

One Shot: Sexuality

There are monsters that dwell deep in my subconscious. Monsters with bodies pitch black and wide white eyes, and when I stare into them I see white light, maybe they lead me to hell as if heaven exists but then why would I see white?


My eyes open after hearing my phone ring a few times. I gather the strength to pick my phone off the nightstand after being utterly exhausted. 


My raspy voice made me sound as if I was sick "Hello?"


I hung up the phone as quick as I answered it. I put my phone on silent immediately afterwards.


The next morning the sun peers through the window reflecting off my curtains. I sat up in bed, grabbing my phone. My eyes widened as my eyes adjust to read "20 missed calls".


I had this deep feeling that something was really wrong. The monsters in my subconscious are sending waves throughout my body telling me she's not okay, was it their doing?


I opened my phone "16 missed calls from Lacey, 1 from Lane, and 2 from Lacey's Mom, 1 from Lacey's Dad".


I pressed redial, there was no answer from Lacey. I called Lacey's mom and she sounded somber "Hello?"


"No. She passed away this morning by suicide".


"Wh-What? Are you lying to me? This has to be some April fools shit...right?!"


"No, I'm afraid not. Your free to come over and keep Lane some company, he's really upset, it's the least you could do".


I couldn't think I was in shock. I just threw my phone to the very far end of the room and cried. I laid in bed for at least an hour before falling asleep. Days after Days, week after week, I didn't move, I didn't eat, I only slept.


Then a knock lands on my bedroom door. I don't remember leaving the door unlocked to the front of the house. If I get murdered. I don't really care, I rather be in the same hell as Lacey then stay on this miserable earth seeing my monsters every time I close my eyes.


The door opened and I didn't dare move.


"He covered his nose, since the room smelled like my own filth, my own piss.


He opened the blinds after he pushed the curtain back. He opened the window slightly then he stared at me. "You look dead, just an empty vessel, I don't think you've eaten anything at all. You've wet the bed too".


He took his shirt off. And then headed into my bathroom, I heard the water run. It had to be about 30 minutes. He came out the bathroom and picked me off out of the bed. He removed the bit of clothes I had on and gently placed me into the water. Lane, Lacey's brother had seen me naked from childhood, he usually bathed me and Lacey without a problem.


He lifted my arms and scrubbed me from head to toe. I remember how my body developed faster than Lacey's and Lane said the oddest thing to me.


"Are comfortable with me looking at them or should I just stare at Lacey's?"


He stared at me "Looks like your done, I finished making your lunch".


For the past few months he took care of me. He quit his job, he looked after me 24/7, he took all the knives and pills out of the drawers and cabinets. He fed me, brushed my hair, and even read me bedtime stories. 


Then he became odd again, he sat on the couch and opened his legs manspreading as usual "Camila, I wanted to let you know, it wasn't your fault she died".


"We had an incestuous relationship, I guess she couldn't handle loving two different people at once, I told her to choose and I guess I see why she couldn't".


Lacey’s Suicide: Page 1