{"sf1_id":616098,"sf2_id":"AnK90Lae","title":"A New destiny part 1","author":"forestlover","words":380,"posted_at":"2013-11-20T03:31:00.000Z","tags":["Angst","Drama","Human","Pain","Suicide"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/616098-a-new-destiny-part-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnK90Lae","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=616098\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"A boy that's kicked out of his house by his mother calling him a demon because he's gay, unexpectedly finds care,warmth in the arms(tails?) of a nine-tailed demon fox and his daughter","content":"Get out!-a woman yelled no better my so called mother screamed as she throw me some cash for the bus fare and some clothes. I cried all the ride as I get out of my house . Man I was screwed! I just come out of the closet and my parents kicked me out! I sleep and woke up finding myself downtown. Now its been over a year that I began my life in the street I get by washing car glass and sold my glasses to a pawn shop. I got my self something to get by and I think I go fine on my own.\n\nThat's a lie I'm screwed I became a mule for drug dealers when I turn sixteen in exchange of some cash and now they want my head if I don't obey. At least got myself a nice room in a apartment I wonder how much longer I can keep my act. To be hoenst the pain on my soles its hell the beats I get are brutal, but I don't care cause this pain its the proof I'm alive today. Corpses don't feel pain. I'm happy I get hurt\n\nAs I drive now to my old house now with eighteen in a 87 volvo I look back to my house so empty. I sighed that's my past I didn't care I was dead inside and I pray to god that my sins don't befall on them as hit the gas and leave my old neighborhood.I stopped then on the old stone bridge as I saw the brown river rolling down. How much time its gonna be before the police catches my drug cartel?How much time I'm going to be like this I did the best I could on my situation and yet in the eyes of the law I'm a kid without a middle school diploma.I don't care I get by because I didn't care about myself at all I could been killed hundreds of times before and still give a shit about it. I get on top of the barricade and pray.\n\nGod please forgive my sins! I yelled before falling headsfirst to the dirty water closing my eyes hoping to find an end to this misery I started to call life.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}