Changing Times - Chapter 1 - Nightmares
Hey! This is my first attempt ever at writing a story before, so bear with me if its bad. Please, comment and tell me how it could be improved, or what aspects you liked. I base some of the events (and the character) of some my IRL situations, so this story means alot me. Enjoy!
Changing Times - Chapter 1 - Nightmares
"FUCKING FAG!" the voice shot through the darkness of Lone's world, and it seemed to come from everywhere, he glanced around, franticly trying to locate the sound, but he was alone in the dark abyss. "Tail-raiser..." A scarred paw shot from the darkness, crashing down onto Lone, claws cutting deep into his chest as he fell onto his back. Lone tried to push himself up, but his body was too scared and battered to obey, and he merely curled on the floor as more and more fists smashed into him... the pain throbbing till it filled his whole frame, and consciousness began to slip away... his only thought of how he could escape this... for the pain to go away, and death to welcome him into eternal blackness...
"Gah!" Lone's mind disintrigrated from the harsh nightmare and slowly back into reality. He sat up and put his head in his paws, panting. He was trying his best to discard the nightmare that had just taken over him - The cruelty, the rejection, the hate...
Are these the only outcomes of revealing his sexuality?
The morning sun shone in through the window, and onto his fur. The tears that had formed at his blue eyes glistened in the beautiful light, and dropped onto his paws. Lone arose slowly from his bed, and headed straight for the shower. His towel was neatly folded and ready for him as always, and he grabbed it before stepping into the bathroom. Lone reached out and turned on the shower, and a blast of water emerged from the shower head. He had no need to strip down, as he slept naked - he felt more comfortable that way. The water didn't take long to heat up, and Lone stepped into the shower. The water cascaded down his black fur, and the white scars on his arms and thighs seemed to glisten in the water's grace...
Reminding him of what he had done...
Reminding him of how pathetic he felt he was...
After standing under the shower for a while, the visions from the nightmare had largely dissipated, and Lone stepped out of the shower, wrapping himself in his soft, warm towel, before proceeding to his bedroom. Sighing, he began to towel himself off, thinking about what was going to happen in his day. It didn't take him long to dry himself, and he got out the clothes he always wore - his 'trademark look', as he had described it to a few of his friends. Pale yellow t-shirt, faded blue jeans, and his favourite white trainers. He quickly dressed himself, and then sprayed his body with his favourite body spray - the smell that everybody knew him by.
Lone grabbed his bag full of books, and made his way downstairs, making sure to quietly sneak past his parent's room to not disturb them. Ever since he started having nightmares and worries about coming out, Lone rarely ate or drank anything anymore, and because of this, did not make breakfast, and went straight out the door.
As he started to walk, making his way to college, he began to ask himself questions...
Should today be the day I tell them..?
But what if they hate me...?
They need to know...
I can't lie any longer!
I hope you enjoyed it! ^^