he went to school the next day, and his friends all asked him if he was okay.

he lied.

of course he wasn't fucking okay, his mother had died, the only person who had ever truly known and loved him, and his father had drove her her to commit suicide.

but they believed him.

he wished they didn't.

he wished someone would see how broken and shattered he was.

he wished someone would notice the bruises that he so delicately applied makeup over to hide.

he wished someone would just come to save him.

yeah, he wished alright.

but wishes never come true.

everybody knows that.