Hell Above ~Petekey~

Chapter 1

Every year is almost the same.

Same days, same months, same weeks, same life. The only thing which is the same, are the e vents, the memories, the thoughts, the choices.

You can't never feel the same, but you can't change as well. This is confusing. Is frustrating. Why would anyone like to be the same? Why would someone not like changing himself? That's odd.

Every person is the same. Every single person. No one cares about how different you may be. All is about being the same person. About not being who you are. About being a loser like everyone and this hurts.

This was his thoughts basically. He knew who he was, he knew what was his choices, just his mind would make him kill everything or turn his whole life into a nightmare quick and easy.

He didn't care about the others, he cared only about his priorities, these being his life and the people he loved.

It was awkward and insane. Pete knew what were everything about, it was about his whole life.

His deep thoughts made his life worse. But nobody knew what was inside his head, just that pete would be happy anything is happening when truly he was lying. He was crying inside. Wanting to die. Life meant nothing. Just a piece of nothing. Though he was happy and positive and he liked it.

Everyone had their own opinions about him. Every single one were saying he's just a nice and handsome guy with beautiful tattoos and a weird lip piercing. Everyone liked him, but that didn't meant he was popular.

Pete was a calm guy with a big life priority. That one being making people feel happy. Yeah, he cared more for the others. His own person person didn't matter.

But there was a single thing pete hadn't find, a true love. That meant the true true love. He was in relationships but none of them turned into something more serious. Though somehow he had experience, pretty much which scared even him.

The hall was full of students, he loves hearing teenagers's sounds, but one thing seemed pretty bad. Far away, someone could be hear yelling.

He ran till there just to see what was happening. The other side of his mind were creating scenes with him failing at saving someone.

He looked straight at the massive guy which tried to beat up the boy which hadn't done something.

Pete looked straight into that boy's eyes. He saw fear. It was painful. He didn't like it. He just, he had to do something with that.

"What are you doing! " one of his demons shouted running in front of him. "You're gonna get hurt! " another one did the same thing thus time yelling at him.

"I'm saving the situation. " he whispered as nobody could hear him talking to his friends which always makes him think in a negative way. "Excuse me sir but could u please let the boy go? " he asked in a polite way.
The guy looked deep into Pete's eyes. He looked at pete, and aggressive tried to push him on the locker, but pere just made the guy fall down, everyone laughing at him.

It was something embarrassing, but pete enjoyed.

Then he loomed at the kid which got beaten up. He grabbed him up and asked if he was okay.

He lost himself since pete apperead. It was something uncommon. It was something, weird but comfortable. He liked him. He really did. But boy's lifetime was more difficult than everyone could think.

Everyone threaded him like shit. Everyone called him ugly, gross, weird, insane. He was just different. Just fucking different and nobody accepted the way he was. They just, called him a suicidal bitch.

That was the truth, Mikey used to self harm pretty much. But he didn't care. He was in pain. Everyone were calling him in every possible way until he thought of suicide. It was sad and awful. Nobody like him deserves these kind of things.

But pete knew exactly what Mikey felt. He knew how to understand him, he knew it. But just, pete wasn't that confident at all.

He looked deep into Mikey's eyes until Mikey opened his mouth. Words were coming out pretty hard.

"T-thank you really much! " Mikey said running his fingers through his hair. He had emotions, but with no reason. It was pathetic by his opinion, and he hated that.

" no problem! " he smiled feeling a warm hug inside his body. He liked Mikey, let's be real. But the obvious question was, do Mikey as well? That was weird. Mikry didn't even knee if he was straight or not. He had no idea, but he knew that he wasn't like the others.

Pete never knew what he truly was. He was still asking and that was stressing him out. All he admitted was that he was bisexual, but still not sure, decided to keep everything on questions.

He loved Mikey pretty much. He was, his principal crush. But he knew Mikey would never wanna be with him, and that made him cry shimself every night so he could sleep for once but that didn't work. He was still confused over everything. He was broken. He knew he would never have Mikey, but sonethi inside his head just kept bothering him.

"Is this you for real? " one of them asked pretty violent. Pete shakes his head as a yes. The "him" got mad and actually stabbed pete in the heart but in his imagination. "This is the reality, keep being this and you'll die" he whispered grabbing his heart.

Pete fell down feeling more broken, it was frustrating. It was weird and way too painful for his feels. It was enough, but not everything. It was just a little bit of everything and pete already felt way too much.

He was bipolar, so Mikey too. Huh, how funny, two depressed guys. Nice, but each of them is different. And every single one knew that. But pete didn't care. All it mattered was Mikey...

So, again I'm pretty sorry for my spelling, my bad and I really do hope this book is not gonna be that shitty as it is lol.

Love ya ❤ -Ana