The Boy Who Looked Like a Girl
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › HIM
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
16
Views:
2,269
Reviews:
60
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Part Eight
The Boy Who Looked Like a Girl
Part Eight
"Where'd you get those marks on your wrist?"
"Leave me alone."
"Shut up and answer my question."
"Go away."
"Are you going to fucking cry? You going to run away and cry? Guess it's not enough to look like a girl."
"Stop it."
"You going to make me? You might chip a nail if you try."
"I didn't do anything!"
"You've got those lines on your wrists. Tell me where you got them."
"Go away!"
"I saw you take those pills. And I heard you puking in the bathroom. And I saw the guy drop you off before school. You're just a pill-popping whore, you know that."
"Don't call me that!"
"Don't you dare yell at me."
"Leave me alone. I've got to go home. Just leave me alone."
"Your mother know you go home high? Does she even care that you puke in the bathroom and you've got those marks on your wrists? Does she know about the guys who drop you off at school? Does she know you're a fucking fag?"
"I am not!"
"I told you not to fucking yell at me!"
"Please . . . please don't."
"Don't what?"
"Don't hurt me."
Part Eight
"Where'd you get those marks on your wrist?"
"Leave me alone."
"Shut up and answer my question."
"Go away."
"Are you going to fucking cry? You going to run away and cry? Guess it's not enough to look like a girl."
"Stop it."
"You going to make me? You might chip a nail if you try."
"I didn't do anything!"
"You've got those lines on your wrists. Tell me where you got them."
"Go away!"
"I saw you take those pills. And I heard you puking in the bathroom. And I saw the guy drop you off before school. You're just a pill-popping whore, you know that."
"Don't call me that!"
"Don't you dare yell at me."
"Leave me alone. I've got to go home. Just leave me alone."
"Your mother know you go home high? Does she even care that you puke in the bathroom and you've got those marks on your wrists? Does she know about the guys who drop you off at school? Does she know you're a fucking fag?"
"I am not!"
"I told you not to fucking yell at me!"
"Please . . . please don't."
"Don't what?"
"Don't hurt me."