Hot.
A merely passing thought.
The tears are hot on my face.
A young man sat at a park bench watching blood seep from a cut on his palm. Tears slipped silently down his face. Clenching his hand into a fist he closed his eyes relishing the pain as memories flashed passing nearly blending into on another. A man standing in the shadows, a gun in his hand. Fevered kisses. Burning skin. "I love you...forever.." A gunshot. These weren't in order. He knew that. But they still hurt.
Emery Windig, a young man of seventeen. His life wasn't all that bad until his father died and his mother remarried. Emery's 'Stepfather' wasn't all that nice of a guy to him. The usual beating and some wrong touching. That was it. Emery never told his mother. He couldn't. How could you go up to someone you love and tell them these horrible things when they just wanted to live their happy little lives? So Emery moved out. Too bad his stepfather knew where he was and came for weekly visits. Those weekly visits usually left Emery unable to go anywhere for a few days. But he never really tried to stop him, he never felt the need to. The whole cutting thing had started a while back. Emery had just started and couldn't seem to stop.
Slipping close the blade he slipped it back in his pocket. Glancing at the wound again he sighed and dug a bandage out of his pocket haphazardly wrapping it around his wrist. Brushing back his blue hair from his ice blue eyes he felt his breath stop. That man was here. What was he doing here? We already had our "weekly visit" what does he want with me?! A tall man with short black trimmed hair came up grabbing Emery by the arm. His breathing was hard as if he had been running. Emery didn't stop him as he pulled him close.
"Just let me hold you..." The man's breath was hot on Emery's neck and smelled strongly of alcohol. Great he had been drinking. Emery didn't try to pull away and just let him hold him. Soon he released him eyeing him before kissing him on the mouth. Emery still allowed this not caring. The man released him and turned to go. Emery stared after him and held himself. Turning away he happened to see someone that had seen the whole thing most likely. Whoever this person was they were coming over and Emery didn't care enough to run.
{{some sort of blackmail thing maybe. or even someone trying to help him. be the person walking over to him. I plan to have him almost die sometime in this rp. a dark romance i guess. nothing else really planned. emery is very very uke. though hes not emo hes usually quite happy. is louder then he looks but ofcourse with his own dark secrets. he enjoys what is done to him. so yep, hes masochistic x3}}
