The Ashamed

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The scent of bleach has become somewhat natural to me. The light coloured walls are becoming more homely, but perhaps that’s what is expected to happen considering I find myself gazing upon them day after day. It isn’t as if I intended it to be this way. It is my choice, after all, to sit here day in, day out. I can’t bear to leave the other boy’s side. Not after this. This is all my doing. Staying here is the only way I can even begin to put things right. * * * * “O-Oliver,” he stuttered. Something was bothering him lately. I’m not sure what, but it was having an intense emotional effect on him. “Yes?” I questioned, beginning to worry myself. “There’s this,” he paused as he breathed deeply, forcing his eyes shut. “There’s this guy-” Before he could even finish his sentence, my anger got the better of me. I clenched my hands into fists, causing the veins in my heavily inked arms to rise to the surface. What I did next wasn’t deliberate, but I couldn’t stop it. Before I could think about my actions, my fis...

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