You don't know how it feels
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+M through R › Metalocalypse › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,375
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Metalocalypse, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
You don't know how it feels
The sound of the bus stopping woke him up.
It had been 2 weeks since he left home, the problems in there were getting bigger, his brother had commited a robbery, his parents didn't really care about him.
He grabbed his new brand guitar.
It cost him a lot of money, it cost him his dignidity, but he didn't care. He was doing something by himself,he wasn't triyng to impress them anymore. No, now everything was just for him.
He was out of money again.
I need to get there,to the city, only there....
He grabbed his guitar and left the bus.
The only bag he carried was so light, only a walkman,some few clothes.
He was hungry now. Maybe he'll play his new guitar for money.
But he knews that that was not the fastest way to get money. There was a pervert in every town, and that pervert had money.
He didn't care anymore, long time ago he learned how to handle that. Just like his first time, when his fucking cousin abuse him.His parents didn't listen to him, as usual.
His brother didin't give a shit.
15 days ago he got into a fight, he was stabbed, the fucking moron had a knife. But no one cared.No one gave a shit about him.
I'm gonna be famous. And you're gonna regret it. And i won't give a shit about you.
That was his mantra,day after day,that was the only thing that kept him going.
Last week he met this kid, Tony, he was traveling too, he invited him to the city.
You should come, and we should play the guitars together someday.
He liked him, he made friends with him. I had been a while since he met someone that nice.
The stomach was hurting.
I should get some money.
He walked to the nearest bar, a miserable little place, full of drunks and ugly whores. He stayed outside awating.
I will be better than you!- He yelled once to his father. His fhater had been repeting over and over again how important his job was,how he expected his sons to be like him, how he was a failure, how he would never be someone. His mother stayed always in silence,no words from the woman that bringed him to the world, no emotion, no interest in her younger son. They didn't care.
He scaped at last, from that hell. He didn't leave a note. They won't note me,they never did.
He could bring girlfriends, drugs,alcohoal and more stuff in to his room. Everything in an effort to get noted, but it didn't worked at all. He even once tried to kill himself. Nothing.
Frustated he left,angry he left.
The obese man aproached him. The man was sweating, like a hog. His face was looked like a hog. He saw the perverse smile, they all have that smile, they all wanted to acomplish their fantasies.
He followed the man to a dark alley.
This is the last one. Just this one and i'm out of here. Just once more and i can be free.
The man looked at the kid.
-What is your name kiddo?.
-Pickles.
Then he grabbed his guitar and entered the darkness of the alley.
It had been 2 weeks since he left home, the problems in there were getting bigger, his brother had commited a robbery, his parents didn't really care about him.
He grabbed his new brand guitar.
It cost him a lot of money, it cost him his dignidity, but he didn't care. He was doing something by himself,he wasn't triyng to impress them anymore. No, now everything was just for him.
He was out of money again.
I need to get there,to the city, only there....
He grabbed his guitar and left the bus.
The only bag he carried was so light, only a walkman,some few clothes.
He was hungry now. Maybe he'll play his new guitar for money.
But he knews that that was not the fastest way to get money. There was a pervert in every town, and that pervert had money.
He didn't care anymore, long time ago he learned how to handle that. Just like his first time, when his fucking cousin abuse him.His parents didn't listen to him, as usual.
His brother didin't give a shit.
15 days ago he got into a fight, he was stabbed, the fucking moron had a knife. But no one cared.No one gave a shit about him.
I'm gonna be famous. And you're gonna regret it. And i won't give a shit about you.
That was his mantra,day after day,that was the only thing that kept him going.
Last week he met this kid, Tony, he was traveling too, he invited him to the city.
You should come, and we should play the guitars together someday.
He liked him, he made friends with him. I had been a while since he met someone that nice.
The stomach was hurting.
I should get some money.
He walked to the nearest bar, a miserable little place, full of drunks and ugly whores. He stayed outside awating.
I will be better than you!- He yelled once to his father. His fhater had been repeting over and over again how important his job was,how he expected his sons to be like him, how he was a failure, how he would never be someone. His mother stayed always in silence,no words from the woman that bringed him to the world, no emotion, no interest in her younger son. They didn't care.
He scaped at last, from that hell. He didn't leave a note. They won't note me,they never did.
He could bring girlfriends, drugs,alcohoal and more stuff in to his room. Everything in an effort to get noted, but it didn't worked at all. He even once tried to kill himself. Nothing.
Frustated he left,angry he left.
The obese man aproached him. The man was sweating, like a hog. His face was looked like a hog. He saw the perverse smile, they all have that smile, they all wanted to acomplish their fantasies.
He followed the man to a dark alley.
This is the last one. Just this one and i'm out of here. Just once more and i can be free.
The man looked at the kid.
-What is your name kiddo?.
-Pickles.
Then he grabbed his guitar and entered the darkness of the alley.