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Tear-stained cheeks, my mascara was now an ugly smudge after being ruined with all the crying I had been doing for the past hour. I could not recognize myself as I looked through the mirror. The more I stared at myself the more the tears. I could hear them in the next room. Their moans enraged me and made me feel like throwing up. I retched but nothing came out. 

Disgust is what I felt.


My life had turned out to be a chaotic mess and I wondered what I had done to deserve all that. I was a good person or so I believed.

I smiled through the pain and thought to myself that everything was going to be okay. I did not believe that myself but I had to tell myself to keep going or I would be stuck in a loop with my past trying to set myself free...

DAWN.

To him love was a game. A game that he never took serious. He was just there for the ride until this time round he was hooked. He fought the feelings so much but it was like he was going to loose either way. No matter what he choose there were going to be consequences still. He wanted the fun but he was not ready about the consequences . Could someone just enjoy themselves without having to worry about what was going to come after that. He had never felt this things before and wanted to know how to go about it.

He wanted him as bad as he wanted him. It broke his heart everytime he said something mean to him just because they were Infront of people. He wanted to hug his fragile body and squish him with his big arms. He wanted to love him and adore him like he was his baby. The thing was that he was not his baby. There was no way he could love someone like that,it was not who he was or so he thought.

HELL HOLE