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Solitary Men With Hallow Hearts
By : VioletxTwilight
Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM
Views: 982 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
Tiny holes, compete with tiny lines on deathly white skin create a map or garden. This garden or map, shows us a story about the person whose arm it’s on. The lines and holes on this arm tell you that they've tried to quit many times: the oldest holes being the most healed. Regular junkies don't have time for healing before there next fix. But this one has tried so many times to get clean, and deep down knows he never will.
Ville sighed brushing back his wild curls and pulling them into a fancy bun, compete with a black butterfly clip. Looking briefly at himself before his gaze wondered down to the makeup covered vanity before him. With a shaky arm he reached out for the eyeliner but missed, sending a glass perfume bottle shattering to the floor. A cold shiver ran though his too thin body as he bent to pick up the broken glass.
'Just one more day, Ville. You can do it. One more day before Mikko picks you up. You'll be going home. You can't do that shit anymore, they gave you another chance don't fuck it up!'
Finished cleaning, he went back to putting on his makeup and dressing up in a tight red leather dress, not forgetting to stuff his bra. Ville hated it because Jonne always made him wear the DD cup size and it looked fucking weird on his small fame. Could he say anything about it? Not until he was far away from that evil place. He still couldn't figure out how he had gotten there. One too many parties and the next thing you know you're being raped by a fruit cake and the next day you’re a heroine addicted cross-dressing whore. When did these sort of things happen in real life? You never heard any stories about it. Were there any warnings? There was help…well at first when he was fucking stupid and thought it was cool. Then the phone stopped ringing, the letters stopped coming and he'd never felt more alone. When you’re a addict you push everyone who can help you away and fall deeper into a dark never-ending pit. No wait, it does end, when the drug has full control on the way you look at it, it's not pretty. Ville shivered….
"…You’re so pretty…fuck… like a woman." Jonne panted into his ear as he pounded into his broken body, his eyes shut tight, hands gripping the sheets trying to wish he was somewhere else.
Warm tears started to fall from black caked eyes, running dark rivers of pain down pale cheeks.
"Who are you?" he asked himself, reaching out and running his hand down the smooth cool mirror, leaving a small trail of blood. He must have been squeezing his hands too hard again. The blood brought back memories too, too many to count and all memories he tried to forget. The gang bangs were the worst. The last time Jonne invited his friends to join, he ended up in the hospital for three weeks and remembered none of it. But the scars were enough, and he was thankful for that. His mistakes were great but would he ever be able to set things right? Maybe.
The cold night embraced Ville as he walked the wet streets, his heels clicking on the pavement. He pulled his black fake fur-lined coat closer to his body and looked around for any slowing cars. Ville's gaze wandered to a neon green sign in a shop window…'Free Bookmarks' he smiled to himself remembering that he use to read non-stop, back when he was happy. It seemed a lifetime ago. He was brought out of this thoughts by a red beat up looking car stopping next to him, the window rolled down to reveal a middle aged man with glasses.
"How much an hour?"
"400 Eros, the price goes up depending on what you want." The man nodded and smiled, motioning for Ville to get in the car. Sighing he complied, already trying to think of a place to pretend he was while the man fucked him. He'd be home, his home with Mama and Daddy and Jesse and they'd be talking and laughing. No tears, no rape, no blood, no pain. Nothing but love. Didn't he deserve love?
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