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Title: Promise
Author: Start_to_stop
Fandom: Well, I thought Sum 41 but it could be anyone
Pairing: Anyone you want, I pictured Deryck and Cone
Summary: I knew that you'd never be the same again and I was right
Dedication: Gibdo because you're the best and I love you! Muwhahaha!!!!!
Disclaimer- Don't own.
Fuck off all evil people and leave me alone. What have I ever done to them? Nothing. So why do
they insist on making my live a complete misery? Maybe it’s because I wear different clothes to
them, maybe it’s because I don’t listen to the same music or believe the same things that they do.
No, I don’t believe that you need to have money to be happy or that all girls have to be sticks
with bleached blonde hair. I’m not even into girls; I have a boyfriend.
You idiots take the piss out of us on a regular basis and it all usually ends up in fistfights.
I hate them so much; I hate violence in any shape or form.
Fags. That’s what you call you and me. It’s just a name but it hurts you so much, it hurts me
as well but not on the same level. You’re more sensitive than I am and you take everything to
heart.
You cut yourself, I’ve tried to get you to stop and he’s doing so well. You only do it now after
you’ve been tormenting us. It’s sort of like some people have a comfort food, well that’s you’re
source of comfort.
You’re like a small child in a sense. Innocent and naïve. I hate it that you have to go through
this, I try to protect you as much as I can but in High school anything can happen.
I can’t wait to get out of this hellhole. Our band is going to get signed and we’re going to
make it big. Our tormentors will beg for our autographs and everything will be right in the
world. If only.
I know the chance of this happening is slim to none but we’re really good. We should get signed;
we’re better than some of the crap that’s out there. Honestly.
We got beat up again today. This time is worse than the others; we had no back up. It was just
the two of us against the six of them. Even it the fight was evenly matched we would have had no
chance, they were all heavily built and they all played for the football team. I am currently
sporting a black eye, a split lip and a couple of bruises. They got you a whole lot worse and
there was nothing I could do to stop it. Two of them held me back while the rest of them
pummelled you.
It hurt, I felt so helpless. You started to cry when one of them pulled down your pants and one
of them backhanded you across the face. I started to cry when the largest entered you roughly, I
couldn’t even wipe away my tears.
Why isn’t there anyone helping us? Oh yeah, we were stupid enough to go for a walk in the middle
of the night in one of the roughest areas of town. No one can hear your screams. Or my sobbing.
Or the grunting of the football player as he comes deep inside of you. Or the ones of the others
as they each have a turn with you.
You’ve stopped crying by the time they’ve all finished with you. The leader of the group gives
you a final kick in the ribs before they all run off. I stumble towards you and pull you into a
hug.
You flinched away from me and I felt a fresh wave of tears well up in my eyes and cascade down
my cheeks. They didn’t even have the courtesy to pull your pants back up, you’ve been broken and
I don’t know what to do.
Should I run for help and leave you or should I take you back to your house? Or should it be
mine? I don’t know.
Eventually I feel the need for us to move. You’ve fallen asleep in my arms and I don’t think
it’s safe for us to hang around here anymore.
I pull you into my arms and carry you back to your house; you need to be with your family right
now. I can’t believe how wrong I was.
Your Dad was drunk and your mother wasn’t in. Your sisters didn’t really care what happened to
you, you were the black sheep of the family. Your Dad looked like he was going to hurt you more
rather than help; apparently you were a disgrace to the family because you were gay. No one
decided to help you so I took you back to my place.
Now I know why you always preferred it when we came over to my house. My Mom nearly had a panic
attack when she saw you. She immediately started to fuss over you and me, after a couple of
minutes of this she demanded to know what had happened.
And I told her. She started to sob and pulled me into a hug, she wiped away my tears and tried
to soothe me. She decided it would be best if we brought you to the hospital where they’d be able
to take proper care of you.
I nodded and we took you to the hospital. I knew that you’d never be the same again and I was
right.
Instead of the loud, outgoing person you once were you’re now the quiet, easy-to-forget person.
I still love you though and I always will.
Even as you swallow pill after pill and down the vodka.
It’s an evil world but we're not there any more. And everything's going to be Ok now.
I promise.
A/N: What does everyone think?
Author: Start_to_stop
Fandom: Well, I thought Sum 41 but it could be anyone
Pairing: Anyone you want, I pictured Deryck and Cone
Summary: I knew that you'd never be the same again and I was right
Dedication: Gibdo because you're the best and I love you! Muwhahaha!!!!!
Disclaimer- Don't own.
Fuck off all evil people and leave me alone. What have I ever done to them? Nothing. So why do
they insist on making my live a complete misery? Maybe it’s because I wear different clothes to
them, maybe it’s because I don’t listen to the same music or believe the same things that they do.
No, I don’t believe that you need to have money to be happy or that all girls have to be sticks
with bleached blonde hair. I’m not even into girls; I have a boyfriend.
You idiots take the piss out of us on a regular basis and it all usually ends up in fistfights.
I hate them so much; I hate violence in any shape or form.
Fags. That’s what you call you and me. It’s just a name but it hurts you so much, it hurts me
as well but not on the same level. You’re more sensitive than I am and you take everything to
heart.
You cut yourself, I’ve tried to get you to stop and he’s doing so well. You only do it now after
you’ve been tormenting us. It’s sort of like some people have a comfort food, well that’s you’re
source of comfort.
You’re like a small child in a sense. Innocent and naïve. I hate it that you have to go through
this, I try to protect you as much as I can but in High school anything can happen.
I can’t wait to get out of this hellhole. Our band is going to get signed and we’re going to
make it big. Our tormentors will beg for our autographs and everything will be right in the
world. If only.
I know the chance of this happening is slim to none but we’re really good. We should get signed;
we’re better than some of the crap that’s out there. Honestly.
We got beat up again today. This time is worse than the others; we had no back up. It was just
the two of us against the six of them. Even it the fight was evenly matched we would have had no
chance, they were all heavily built and they all played for the football team. I am currently
sporting a black eye, a split lip and a couple of bruises. They got you a whole lot worse and
there was nothing I could do to stop it. Two of them held me back while the rest of them
pummelled you.
It hurt, I felt so helpless. You started to cry when one of them pulled down your pants and one
of them backhanded you across the face. I started to cry when the largest entered you roughly, I
couldn’t even wipe away my tears.
Why isn’t there anyone helping us? Oh yeah, we were stupid enough to go for a walk in the middle
of the night in one of the roughest areas of town. No one can hear your screams. Or my sobbing.
Or the grunting of the football player as he comes deep inside of you. Or the ones of the others
as they each have a turn with you.
You’ve stopped crying by the time they’ve all finished with you. The leader of the group gives
you a final kick in the ribs before they all run off. I stumble towards you and pull you into a
hug.
You flinched away from me and I felt a fresh wave of tears well up in my eyes and cascade down
my cheeks. They didn’t even have the courtesy to pull your pants back up, you’ve been broken and
I don’t know what to do.
Should I run for help and leave you or should I take you back to your house? Or should it be
mine? I don’t know.
Eventually I feel the need for us to move. You’ve fallen asleep in my arms and I don’t think
it’s safe for us to hang around here anymore.
I pull you into my arms and carry you back to your house; you need to be with your family right
now. I can’t believe how wrong I was.
Your Dad was drunk and your mother wasn’t in. Your sisters didn’t really care what happened to
you, you were the black sheep of the family. Your Dad looked like he was going to hurt you more
rather than help; apparently you were a disgrace to the family because you were gay. No one
decided to help you so I took you back to my place.
Now I know why you always preferred it when we came over to my house. My Mom nearly had a panic
attack when she saw you. She immediately started to fuss over you and me, after a couple of
minutes of this she demanded to know what had happened.
And I told her. She started to sob and pulled me into a hug, she wiped away my tears and tried
to soothe me. She decided it would be best if we brought you to the hospital where they’d be able
to take proper care of you.
I nodded and we took you to the hospital. I knew that you’d never be the same again and I was
right.
Instead of the loud, outgoing person you once were you’re now the quiet, easy-to-forget person.
I still love you though and I always will.
Even as you swallow pill after pill and down the vodka.
It’s an evil world but we're not there any more. And everything's going to be Ok now.
I promise.
A/N: What does everyone think?