With his satchel crossed over his shoulder, Dylon pulled his hood over his head and threw a glance to his side to find his twin sister standing there. He smiled. She was like his personal guardian angel. Ever since they were old enough to learn and understand his conditions, his sister has taken it upon herself to make sure he never did anything to hurt himself but that was funny since he tends to find a way to do just that.
"Let's get this day over with." He told her and made his way towards the gates. He paused when he reached the entrance, just seeing the school name written in ridiculously bright blue color did nothing but make him cringe. They went to a private school highly recognized for its attractive students with genius-level IQs and he was amongst the brightest but he hated school, life is sometimes seen as meaningless.
What kind of a life can one who knows no pain possibly have?
His mother and sister were constantly looking out for him, checking for bruises, and making sure he goes to the doctor just in case.
He understands they are worried for him but he couldn't help but want an end to it all.
As they walked through the courtyard, he heard his sister muttering something between 'be careful today and don't hurt yourself on the fields' before running off to the group of her friends already lined up in wait for her. As the head cheerleader, she was both the chicks and guys magnet, the center of attention, and a very beautiful young woman.
Dylon nearly rolled his eyes when he saw the school's number one jerk approaching him, he couldn't comprehend why he has to be friends with a complete douche who bullies those he was stronger than for a living but that jerk was his best friend who would give his life for him without a second thought. He has refused to see the badness in Keller but instead was hellbent on bringing out the good he knew the boy always tried to hide. But that in itself was a hopeless course at least it justified his reasons for making him his best friend to some certain degree.
"Hey, dork of ages...," Keller ran into him and crushed him in a welcoming hug as if he hasn't seen him in years.
"Alright, you clingy bastard that's enough!" He playfully yanked Keller off of him and the boy whined with pouty lips.
"But I've missed you." He fake-cried and Dlyon laughed, shoved the dramatic boy to the side, and walked into the main doors.
"It's only the weekend, Douche." He told the other who ran after him.
"Dork," Keller mumbled.
"Geek." Dylon returned as he moved to his locker, opening the door and a flood of letters rushed out and littered the floor. He could hear girls giggling as they walked by while he bent down to begin picking them up. The words 'I love you, Dlyon' 'Call me sometimes' and 'OMG you're so cute, Dlyon' filled his sights but he wasn't impressed by these letters anymore since he got these daily.
"Congratulations, Dork, you always manage to drive the girls crazy for you with all your ugliness." Keller pats him on the shoulder and walked over to the side, a scrawny kid with his books in hand and head bowed quickly walked by them but Keller being his usual annoying self had to block the kid's part with one foot and the boy stumbled over but didn't fall, his books however dropped and littered the place causing a burst of laughter which ranged throughout the hall as the kid quickly gathered his belongings and scampered off once again. "They're so easy to mess around with." Keller scoffed and Dlyon rewarded him with a hard punch to his side.
"Jerk, stop messing with people." He scolded.
"Oh, come on, don't be a sore joy, it was funny and everyone agreed to it." He demonstrated this by pointing to the kids still smiling from before.
"Because they are all jerks like you."
"You're an arse."
Dylon snorted at his remark and dumped the last notes into the trash. Changing out his books and closing the locker, he shuffled down the hall with Keller in tow as they went up the stairs to homeroom. Keller slides the door open while he brushes off his hood and strengthens his shoulders. Outside he could hear the sounds of typical school kids giggling and running around the room chasing each other but as soon as they made their appearance known the room turned silent and instead, the girls sat and ogled at him while the brave ones walked into his view, clinging to his sides and making boring jokes.
Dylon walked towards his desk and there one of the girls dropped in his hand another note containing her phone number then she whispered into his ears.
"I'm a friend of your sister so do call me sometimes."
Dylon nodded without argument and she giggled and sauntered over to her desk.
"Yo, cheesecakes!" He laughed at the sound of the stupid nickname given to him by Dalton, another of his friends who was more on the dumb side of the group but always the light of the party.
Dylon got on his feet to hug the nearly arrived and they both sat down, while Dal and Kel gave each other a fist bump, he pulled out his pencil pouch along with his study book and dumped them on the desk.
"Cheesecakes?" Dal called to his attention.
He threw an inquisitive glance the boy's way, with brows furrowed he asked. "What?"
"The triplets placed a bet of a hundred bucks each if they could stab a fork into your thighs and you wouldn't feel it."
Dylon gawked at his stupid friend in disbelief. It never failed to amuse him how dumb these people can be. They all knew he felt no pain and yet for some weird reasons they kept on betting and losing in the end.
Well, that's three hundred bucks for him so why the fuck not.
"Sure." He shrugged just as the classroom door slid open and in walked Mr. Woodstock, the time was eight-thirty on the dot, the man was punctual like that. The students not in their seats hurried over to their desks and everyone was sitting in no time.
"Alright, kids..." Mr. Woodstock began and already Kel was yawning and ready to fall asleep while Dal rotated a crumpled-up paper on his desk, the class hadn't even started and he was already bored to death. "I've gotten words that the class rankings would be out soon and as class one I always expect that we would be first as It would be a shame to lose any of you." Mr. Woodstock, spoke with a condescending attitude while arranging his desk. "That would be all you may prepare for self-study, I will tell you when I get the ranking results."
This was going to be one heck of a boring long day, Dlyon could already tell. Good thing the triplets got stupid again.
The day went by uneventfully and after gym practice, the boys were gathered in the locker rooms to get cleaned, and that was when Dal appeared with the triplets just as Dlyon left one of the shower stalls.
"We are here, Cheesecakes!" He announced their already known presence causing Dlyon to chuckle lightly before taking a seat on the bench, towel pulled up to expose his wet thighs which he had stretched out for them.
He looked around the room to be certain they were the only ones available before speaking. "Knock yourselves out, boys!" He relaxed further with his back against the locker and watched as the boys pulled out their bet money and handed them over to Keller the money collector.
"Your mom and sister would kill you if they found out about this," Keller mumbled as he took the money from the triplets.
"Maybe," Dlyon shrugged "but I've gotta make some money out of this shit." He replied nonchalantly.
"Oh, mine too, I wanna bet!" Dalton called out and both Keller and Dlyon questioned the boy's sanity with identical raised brows but neither objected to him putting out his cash.
That's more money for him.
And four forks to your thighs, you dumbfuck, you are so stupid!
The last thought on Dlyon's mind as the first fork got impaled into his thigh and with a twisted smirk, he watched the blood slip from his broken flesh.
Chapter: two.***~***Fucking, Danny, trying to get us killed a second time.Lately, Levon has been on another level of annoying, he's been moody and extra weird with everyone, even with his parents. He's been both distant and quiet, two things out of his nature and it was freaking those close to him out. He talked less and less and listened even less. He barely pays attention both at school and at home. He's grown fond of his own company rather than hanging out with friends. He couldn't help it since they all wouldn't understand him and there was no better way to tell them what has been happening to him.It troubles his parents greatly that he wasn't talking to them since he stopped telling them about the pains he often felt. They wanted to reach out and help but are both clueless as to how to offer the right help. Nobody would understand.He wasn't making it any easier on them since he was always by himself and wouldn't talk to them. He just went to school and returned home, wea
Chapter: three.***~***Just wait a little longer, my Beauty."I-I need him," he bawled bitterly as he tried to bite down on his lower lip to hold the wrecking sobs threatening to drown him. "H-he needs me." He choked out and buried his face into his Dad's neck. For a moment there, the confused fathers exchanged looks as to who their son referred to, and when nothing came to mind, Markus decided to press further for more information. "Who, baby?" Levon cried harder, there was no helping it. It hurts too much he couldn't have conved his emotions any other way. "My Danny." He whispered. Who knew answering questions could get so difficult. Danny?The single thought on both parents' minds. That was the name of their son's imaginary friend but they haven't heard him talk about this friend since his eleventh birthday. Why the sudden remembrance?The question lurked in their minds but they decided against it and rather chose another question, one that seemed more suitable for their cur
Chapter Four.***~~***Dylon has made quite terrible choices in his lifetime but none as bad as the one he made three days ago. Of course, he didn't feel the pain from the forks but it had ended him in a hospital which frightened his family, especially his sister who has been emotionally blackmailing him ever since. She's told him countless times how he hated her and he was left with trying to prove her wrong. He loves his family so much but he just couldn't help these unexplainable sick feelings he constantly gets from the inside. Neither can he figure out from whence they emerged, to begin with. He had returned home from the hospital and skipped school for two days which added to the magnitude of the entire situation.He was a fool.Where does his pain go if he doesn't feel them?How long was he supposed to live like this? He could be gravely injured and dying and he wouldn't even notice until he's dead.That is no life.He wanted an end to it.The look on his mother's face when
Chapter Five.*****It was a strange type of feeling.***~***"Hi," he greeted, offering his hand for a shake which Dylon took with excitement bubbling in his once cold heart. "My name is Levon." "Dylon and these are my friends, Jerk and Dummy." They both laughed when the other two boys groaned in feign annoyance. The sound of the boy's laughter was like a tidal wave crashing down into his desert soul and suddenly he felt alive, almost whole, which left him wondering whether all he has done the seventeen years of his life could actually be described as living and it had only been a couple of minutes the boy walked into the class. Dylon could feel the trouble this boy posed and it frightened him even more but when he opened his mouth to speak, he spoke the opposite of what his confused heart thought."Don't listen to him, my name is Keller and this here is Dummy… sorry, Dalton." Keller introduced and the rest of the period went by without either of them paying attention. During lunc
Chapter Six.*****Three weeks, three long agonizing miserable fucking weeks have long gone and yet Dylon hasn't recognized him from their past. Why was he born with the memories and he wasn't? Why wouldn't he remember him? Was it because he was already dead when he made the vow? When did this become us? Levon could hear his heart crying out painfully for his soulmate. "You're so close yet so far away.""Why won't you connect to my singing heart?" "Why won't you feel me, my Beauty?" Levon thought he heard the other boy whimper softly and he chanced a glance the other's way but Dylon wasn't looking at him, he had his head resting on his desk facing the other way. Mr. McKorny was over at his desk grading their quiz. Levon couldn't look anywhere but at his lover who faced away from him and probably fell asleep. "We used to touch nonstop, you and I, we used to kiss around every corner, yet here we are. Sitting mere inches from each other and all I want to do is feel you, hold you."
Chapter Seven.******Dylon had left the boy up on the roof and bolted for dear life. He couldn't let him sweep him away like before. This was what was best for both of them. He was a mess in his previous life and in this life, it has followed him still. If nothing had told him, the fact that he was born not to feel pain was enough to tell him all he needed to know about their end if he gave Louis another chance.It wasn't exactly easy denying these feelings, the yearning and his aching soul which craves only one human being, one he wouldn't dare have, never again. "Night, Mom, Dad, Draya!" He called out to his family as he made his way from the dinner table, up the stairs, and into his room."Finally, some peace and quiet." He whispered as he went into his bathroom for a quick brush, a change, and ready to call it a night. Now that he has seen and understood the meaning and reason behind his sinful dreams, he doesn't get them anymore and he must say he missed waking up with that eu
Chapter Eight.******Dylon had felt like a zombie the entire day and only when he walked with his friends to the cafeteria had he acted like he was alive. He had also tried to avoid Levon who had made a circle of friends for himself from the football team. He heard he was really good but he hadn't bothered to go watch him play. Anything that would bring them close or make their eyes meet, he avoided and it was starting to drain the life source out of him.Why was he stressing him so much?Once they took their favorite spot and sat down with their trays of junk food in front of them, Dylon noticed from the corner of his eyes as Levon strolled into the room with five other members of the team, and they all talked loudly. The second their eyes connected, he averted his gaze and pinned them on the box of milk in his tray. This was stupid. Levon seems disappointed but he gave the boy his privacy and didn't talk to him but instead sat with his friends just a roll away from Dylon, he was
Chapter Nine.******Levon couldn't handle all these emotions anymore. They ate at his soul and no matter how hard he tries to let it slide, that idiot will have to go and do something and ruin his little tranquility. Of all the things he would have done to get at him, he had to go and do that?! He has only been in the school three weeks and the girl has fucked every single person in his circle of friends if he was into that sort of thing he would have fucked her too and that's whom Dylon was going to make him jealous for.How could he rail him up like that?Levon could have sworn he did this on purpose. How was it possible that he was okay to fuck him in his dreams but if he showed up around him in reality he goes and runs for the door. What kind of a game was he playing?If he didn't want him, well he better grow some balls and tell him otherwise he was going to take this course into his own hands and deal with it his own way. Williams went crazy and murdered anyone he saw as