I close my sketch book and put it down. I didn't want my Tear's to fall onto the pages and ruin everything. I'm so tired. I sit on a chair and lay my head down on my desk.
I could feel my brain shutting down. I know what depression is and anxiety, but I don't want to deal with it. I shut my eyes tight. My mom would have disowned me or worst... I don't even know what Bia would do.
I remember everything was so strict and so scary. I can't show my actual person. I lay my head down and before I know it I fell asleep...
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I hear Phobetor laughter near my right ear, but after that, I didn't feel his presence.
I look around and realized what this is... It's a memory.
It was a month after running away from camp. I was sleeping on the ground of a park. I was lost and I didn't know where I was.
I then suddenly feel a nudge on my shoulder and I jolt awake. I reach for my weapon and was about to attack. "Hey- hey. You don't want to do that. Trust me." I look up to see a boy wearing a green and pink checkered vest and pink skirt. With all dyed green short hair and one dark brown eye with the other light amber.
Its freezing and I think she's crazy. I put away my sword and scowl at her. "What do you want?" I say angrily. "To buy you a hot meal stupid, but if you don't want -" she turns around and starts leaving.
My scowl depends. I just go back to laying down. the night sky is clear and the grass is damp. Its nothing I can't handle. I hear the stranger's footsteps stop. "I'm trying to help you out! Get your butt up!" I hear her say frustrated.
I look up at her again and frown. "Why?" I ask. "Because you're like us. Get up and come. They let me stay at the potter making spot down the street." She tells me. I sigh and get up.
I had followed her down a block until we reach a back of a building. she then grabs keys and opens the door. She walks in and says fluently, "mi casa, es tu casa."
"Do you speak Italian too?" I ask. "No." She answers. I walk in and she locks the door behind us. The room has a couch and a sleeping bag on the floor. I see there's a microwave, a sink, a bathroom, a fridge, and a door.
"Nice place," I say. "Not mine. A friend let me crash." "Won't they be mad you brought a random stranger?" I ask. "Not if you come to one of our group's art session." She replies. " I don't know if I'm good..." "Have you tried before?" She asks me. She sits on one end of the couch and motions for me to sit too. I take the invitation and sit on the other side of it. I try to remember when was the last time I tried drawing something...
In Italy, I did it all the time, in the military school they didn't like me doing it so I stopped. "No not in a while." I answer her . "well you'll try again tomorrow. For now, what do you want to eat? Sandwich? Cup a noodle? Microwaved pizza?" She asks.
"I'll take the noodles"
Then the dream passes the time to two weeks
I wake up from sleeping in the sleeping bag. "About time you're up. The gangs waiting." She says. I yawn and stretch. I get up and look at him. he's wearing green bands and a pink hoody.
We then head outside and meet the see the rest. the majority of them are homeless and or have messed up lives. I feel someone tackle me into a hug, "NIIICOOOOOO!" I hear a small boy say .
-I'll continue the dream next chapter-
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Its a Little Complicated ( Solangelo / Nico Di Angelo)
FanfictionIts after the war and people are taking it slow. Nico di Angelo tries to live a pain free life, but there are always obstacles. with Nico and his past, to the mixed up timeline from the past to this day, to even his mental health and his caring boyf...