Original Fiction: Broken [9/14]
Title: Original Fiction: Broken [9/14]
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: R
Warning: Mention of self-harm, underage drinking, drug abuse, physical abuse, and suicide.
POV: 1st, Megan
Summary: Chance, 18 years old and the main character, has multiple mental disorders, all of which are either undiagnosed or untreated, and lives with his best friend, Nate. Nate, 17, is mostly sane and logical, but tends to be oblivious to the hell going on around him. Megan, Nate's troubled 16 year old girlfriend, has problems with her mother because of her issues with men and dated Chance a few years prior. This is their story.
Word Count: 566 [this part]; 8,753 [total]
Author Notes: Based on semi-realistic events that happened to either myself or my friends.
Ch. 1 : Ch. 2 : Ch. 3 : Ch. 4 : Ch. 5 : Ch. 6 : Ch. 7
Ch. 8 : Ch. 10 : Ch. 11 : Ch. 12 : Ch. 13 : Ch. 14
I was still a little drunk and a little high, so Chance seeing my scars wasn't nearly as embarrassing as it should have been. It was almost comforting to hear what he had to say about it. I didn't feel so alone anymore. I always felt like Nate didn't understand because he didn't have my pain. But now that someone did understand...
"What happened with your mom?" he asked.
I sighed, rolling over onto my back.
"Well," I began, "she's one of those types who just can't seem to stand being single. Or find the right guy. I guess it all started when my parents started fighting, a couple years before they got divorced and Mom moved out. Then Dad died..."
It was dark in the house. Not a sound could be heard, not even the cat's collar jingled. It was past midnight, and I was supposed to be asleep. My room was only across the hall from his. So that single click was oh-so clear...
"...The note he left said he loved my mom and I more than anything, no matter what he had said to either of us. I was the only one left in the house besides the cat."
Chance had a strange look on his face, though it could have been my not-so-soberness. "So then she went into relationship after relationship, marriage after marriage, just to find happiness for herself, not really caring much how you would take it. Sounds familiar."
I nodded. How he knew all that was... unbelievable. Although, I had a strange feeling... "You too, huh?" I blurted, in a half drunk, half high moment of sudden loss of brain function.
To my surprise, however, he nodded. "Too many step-dads for me to count. Each one more abusive than the next. Sometimes they had kids, usually older than me, who would gang up on me with my real older brother and just beat the shit out of me for no reason."
"I was nearly killed twice."
"Once."
We looked at each other for a long while. Or at least, it seemed like a long while. I wasn't sure if I was just high, drunk, or still both. I thought one or the other would have worn off by now. It was kinda weirding me out a little bit. Things were kinda moving and melting a little bit, but that could have been because I was a little tired too.
"I'm tired," I nearly whispered.
"If you want to take a nap, just chill where you are. I probably won't use it for a few hours more anyway."
I blinked up at him. It seemed like forever before I replied, "What did you say again?"
He kind of chuckled at me and nudged me over a little so he could lay down next to me. "I said you can sleep here if you want."
"Oh, right," I yawned, grabbing a pillow and closing my eyes. It was still blazing hot, so I kicked off my baggy bondage pants, leaving only my boxers.
What felt like an hour passed, and I was almost asleep. But I suddenly had the urge to... to do something. I didn't know what, but something. I opened one eye to find Chance staring at me.
Suddenly, and obviously without thinking, I moved a little closer and kissed him before promptly passing out.
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A/N: More of my work here.
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: R
Warning: Mention of self-harm, underage drinking, drug abuse, physical abuse, and suicide.
POV: 1st, Megan
Summary: Chance, 18 years old and the main character, has multiple mental disorders, all of which are either undiagnosed or untreated, and lives with his best friend, Nate. Nate, 17, is mostly sane and logical, but tends to be oblivious to the hell going on around him. Megan, Nate's troubled 16 year old girlfriend, has problems with her mother because of her issues with men and dated Chance a few years prior. This is their story.
Word Count: 566 [this part]; 8,753 [total]
Author Notes: Based on semi-realistic events that happened to either myself or my friends.
Ch. 1 : Ch. 2 : Ch. 3 : Ch. 4 : Ch. 5 : Ch. 6 : Ch. 7
Ch. 8 : Ch. 10 : Ch. 11 : Ch. 12 : Ch. 13 : Ch. 14
I was still a little drunk and a little high, so Chance seeing my scars wasn't nearly as embarrassing as it should have been. It was almost comforting to hear what he had to say about it. I didn't feel so alone anymore. I always felt like Nate didn't understand because he didn't have my pain. But now that someone did understand...
"What happened with your mom?" he asked.
I sighed, rolling over onto my back.
"Well," I began, "she's one of those types who just can't seem to stand being single. Or find the right guy. I guess it all started when my parents started fighting, a couple years before they got divorced and Mom moved out. Then Dad died..."
It was dark in the house. Not a sound could be heard, not even the cat's collar jingled. It was past midnight, and I was supposed to be asleep. My room was only across the hall from his. So that single click was oh-so clear...
"...The note he left said he loved my mom and I more than anything, no matter what he had said to either of us. I was the only one left in the house besides the cat."
Chance had a strange look on his face, though it could have been my not-so-soberness. "So then she went into relationship after relationship, marriage after marriage, just to find happiness for herself, not really caring much how you would take it. Sounds familiar."
I nodded. How he knew all that was... unbelievable. Although, I had a strange feeling... "You too, huh?" I blurted, in a half drunk, half high moment of sudden loss of brain function.
To my surprise, however, he nodded. "Too many step-dads for me to count. Each one more abusive than the next. Sometimes they had kids, usually older than me, who would gang up on me with my real older brother and just beat the shit out of me for no reason."
"I was nearly killed twice."
"Once."
We looked at each other for a long while. Or at least, it seemed like a long while. I wasn't sure if I was just high, drunk, or still both. I thought one or the other would have worn off by now. It was kinda weirding me out a little bit. Things were kinda moving and melting a little bit, but that could have been because I was a little tired too.
"I'm tired," I nearly whispered.
"If you want to take a nap, just chill where you are. I probably won't use it for a few hours more anyway."
I blinked up at him. It seemed like forever before I replied, "What did you say again?"
He kind of chuckled at me and nudged me over a little so he could lay down next to me. "I said you can sleep here if you want."
"Oh, right," I yawned, grabbing a pillow and closing my eyes. It was still blazing hot, so I kicked off my baggy bondage pants, leaving only my boxers.
What felt like an hour passed, and I was almost asleep. But I suddenly had the urge to... to do something. I didn't know what, but something. I opened one eye to find Chance staring at me.
Suddenly, and obviously without thinking, I moved a little closer and kissed him before promptly passing out.
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A/N: More of my work here.