Crossmare one- shot

There's no such thing as happy endings

I realized in almost every fantasy story it always seems to end with a happy ending. And because I love angst, I'm going to ruin someone's day by making angst. 

Dom?

Sub?

(Human Au/High School)

Type: Angst

warning: self-harm, suicide

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3rd Person POV

A small boy of the age of 15 walked over to an older male of 17 and handed him an envelope. The older one took the envelope and opened it. As he read the letter. He looked down at the smaller boy and back at the paper. He then began to laugh at the boy. He begins to call some of his friends to read the letter. And while doing so the older boys laughed at the small boy. At his naive stupidity. Tears began to fall down his cheeks as he looked down at his old, dirty, torn shoes. He felt a huge lump in his throat. As the others just laughed and mocked him. He looked back up at the older man with tears in his eyes and ran out crying. He made it to the nearest restroom and locked himself in a stall. He fell to the ground and made himself into a small ball and sobbed.

As he sobbed on the ground he brought his hand towards his hair. As he screamed and sobbed on the ground. His black messy, short hair was being pulled slightly as he sobbed. He had no friends, family, or anyone who cared about him. His father left before he was born, his mother died while giving birth, and his brother died in an accident. He had no left. Everyone he loved or cared about always leaves or dies. Deep down he knew no one would love him. Everyone thought he was weird and a freak. 

At the age of 10, he stopped growing not growing an inch after that; he was 4'9, and everyone he knew was much taller than that. He was scrawny, short, messy short black hair that covered his eyes, long loss clothing that didn't fit him, old torn shoes. Who would love someone like him? He wasn't the type to start a conversation. He preferred to be left alone. At one point his only best friend had left him; after he had found a partner. Leaving him all by himself. 

After he started to calm himself down, he got up from his spot and left the stall. He looked at himself in the mirror. All he saw in the mirror was a lonely boy with no friends and no family to call his own. He turn on the water and splashed some on his pale face. He looked back in the mirror after doing so and could see all the scars and bruises he had on his face. He was bullied by almost everyone in the school. He was just the world's punching bag, he didn't do anything about it. Why would anyone listen to him? Why should they care?

He left the restroom and made his way to the crowded hallways. People pointed at him and gossiped about him. It seemed everyone knew how he had asked out *#!&% (You probably know who I'm talking about, but if you don't I won't say anything) He just looked down at the ground as he walked to his class. He made his way to history, and when he opened the door everyone looked at him like he was an animal from the local zoo. He made his way to his seat and sat down. Not say anything as people laughed at him and mocked him. The teacher made his way to the front and told everyone to take out their history textbooks. And turn to page 69. He took out their textbook from his bag that was old, torn, and looked like a dog was biting on it. He sat in the back corner of the room and no one wanted to sit next to him.