One Path, One world

One path One world 1

Sebastian was practicing his violin, as he does. Over the years, his father's beats grew less and less as Gustave was running out of excuses to his him. He mostly berated him because of his appearance.
"You look barbaric. Your tie is lopsided and it's as though you haven't slept since you met that bum,"
Ches...Sebastian's one true friend. It's been too long since he last saw him, he missed him lots. He had no way of contacting him, he was a coward, he didn't leave when he had the chance to! According to his father, he had made the right choice. But he didn't think so. He loved that life, wild and free. Where his hair wasn't pushed back and a tie wasn't strangling him. He missed Ches, and the others.
Sebastian says as he fixes his tie and smooths out his hair. Gustave glared at him, his grip tightening on the ruler as a threat.
"Again! You cannot fail this test! Anything less than perfect is dishonorable!"
"I know father"
"AGAIN!"
Sebastian sighs softly and begins to play the same song for what seems to be the millionth time. He doesn't even know what he's playing anymore, it's just muscle memory. Which is what causes him to slide his finger down on the neck of the violin, like how he did at the venue he used to play at, before he was caught. All that hard work he put into hiding his mock city and diary, broken in an instant.
"Ow!"
He yelps softly, a small cut appearing on his finger, his finger hadn't bled from something like this since he was a little kid!
"What WAS THAT!? HAND!"
Fuck...Sebastian knew this was gonna hurt, what was that, why did he do that, he hadn't played guitar in two years now. He adjusts his violin and bow into one hand and rolls up his sleeve, presenting it to his father's wrath.
WACK!!
Sebastian grunts softly, a weird tingly feeling runs up his arm, a feeling he's grown familiar with.
WACK!!
Gustave yells at Sebastian but he's not exactly listening. So lost in his own thoughts. Where was Ches now? Living his dream of becoming famous? Had he left his mother's house. Technically he could, it's been two years, he would be 18...17 depending on when his birthday was.
"WELL!?"
Sebastian flinches as his father yells in his face, what? Did he miss something?
"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!? YOU DISOBEDIENT, UNGRATEFUL, TALENTLESS  WORM!"
WACK!!
Sebastian looks down at his arm, which was bleeding a lot more than he thought it was. He had just ignored that whole thing, he barely even felt it.
"OUT OF MY SIGHT! Take a bloody shower,"
His father grumbles.
"Alright father,"
Sebastian nods his head obediently and walks out of the room, now the pain was there, and it hit him like a train. His arm was in fire.
"Dammit.."
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Sebastian walks into his room, giving his thanks to Roft, who always seemed to hate him. Then again everyone in that house seemed to hate him. Except for his mother, however she divorced about a year ago now and didn't get custody. He hadn't heard from her at all and can only hope father didn't hire someone to hurt her, he had enough money to pay for it and to sweep it under the rug, although he was too pathetic to do any sweeping. Sebastian sighs and lays on his bed in silence. Father had taken away his record player two years ago. He was so tired...
"Maybe...it would be better to die. Who would care?"
Sebastian thinks to himself and checks the clock. Midnight. Was Ches still coming? Had given up completely on them meeting?
"I hope he archived his dreams"
He sighs and closes his eyes, he never got a chance to tell Ches goodbye. Sebastian takes a deep breath and stands up, walking to the window and opening it quietly. He leans out slightly and takes out a hollowed out brick from the wall to pull out his new diary and pen. Father does search his room, sure, but he never thought to look just outside the room, or that anything would be hidden in the bricks of the house.
"The 5th of January"
He began to write but stops, staring off into the darkness. It was a full moon, very bright.
We'll be like vampires! ARROOOOO!
Sebastian smiles softly as he remembers the words of his good friend. He did have much to wright anymore. He flips back to previous pages of his diary.
"Christmas. I got nothing, big surprise,"
"The first of December, cold day today, I'm more tired than usual. Nothing of event happened,"
"November 21. My fingers hurt today, but father didn't hit me today,"
He flips through the pages until he got to the beginning.
"January 1st. I was able to grab a new diary today. I found enough money of the street when I was walking to class to by a small notebook on the way home. I had already prepared a brick for this moment, although with father patting me down when I get home it might be hard. Luckily I made a small incision in the lining of my violin case. I've sneaked things of similar size into the house and father never checks, so I'll hide it in there. Father has been hitting me less and less. I can't tell if he's just getting too old or he has nothing to hit me for. Perhaps he's just too tired from the divorce. I miss mother greatly, but I'm happy that she left, I wish I had her courage. Well, she was courageous when it mattered most, that's more then I can say for myself,"
Sebastian sighs and sets down the diary. His writings have been getting less frequent and shorter. He was so tired. If he could just...do something new...something different.
Sebastian stares down from the window. It was a long drop. His arm hurt, his head spun as his vision tunneled, focusing on the drop below him. He slowly brings his knee up on the ledge of the window before climbing up and standing fully
"This is it...I've done...enough"
He mumbles and closes his eyes...
Too be continued...