Night rode on his bike down the lonely road, it was past midnight and they were no other motorists or individuals on the road. It was dangerous to be outside by this time but Night had born with the dark, especially with danger. It thrilled him, excited him, was the drive in his blood that kept him moving and breathing despite all odds. He was from an exrtremely wealthy family with an extravagant mom, a nonchalant stepfather, only caring about his grades more than him and a spoilt younger brother; too delicate and beautiful to be a boy. He was the only normal one except for his emotional uninvolvement with the world and his almost abnormal love for the dark, the night, of being invisible. His mum had taken him to psychiatrists at a young age and some had claimed he was a masochist and might be going through emotional challenges from lack of parental or any form of emotional support. His mom had claimed it was due to his fathers passing on. He'd watched them staring blankly. His real father had sexually abused him, tormenting him till he breathed his last, dieing of a terminal disease. His mum was oblivious of all that and thought love was all about throwing money around and getting him anything she thought his age group would like, not what he'd like because she didn't know anything about him. He didn't believe he was all they called him. Yea, once in a while he craved the insane pleasure the sting of a lit cigarrete gave him or hired a professional boxer to beat him up but he only did it because it brought him back to reality, assured him that he was still breathing. On rough nights like this night he drove himself far away where no one could stop him and he'd drown himself until he was almost at the point of death, with his life flashing at his eyes, to assure himself that he had a life. The only reason he hadn't ended it was because he knew his pathetic brother could do nothing without him. He loved his brother, more than he loved anything in the world, not that he loved anything in the world. His brother was the only one in the world who saw him at his worst and didn't have fake pity in his eyes, just soft understanding. And when he was at the point of giving up he was the one that took him to the hospital and cared for him.
Tonight was his birthday not that he cared, but tonight his mother had seen a bottle of laxatives in his bag and some pills. She'd been terrified and he'd shown his stepdad. He'd seen the pity in his mother's eyes and hated it and then his father had yelled at him, "Will you stop acting like we're not doing our best, stop making us a laugh to our associates!! You're seeing the doctor first thing tomorrow and that's final!" It had taken his all not to respond, not to yell back. He wasn't alright but some doctor wasn't going to fix that. Nothing would. His brother, Sky had slid a note in his hand before he'd stormed away. They both knew he wasn't going to come home that night or the next day or probably not even that week.
Driving with the wind in his face, his curly brun hair, a shade of brown that was almost blonde, he felt the hot tears build in his eyes. As he reached his destination, a old lake, located in a isolated field, he let the tyres screech, it sounded like his heart felt. The bike threw him to the floor and on the floor, his body slightly bruised from the fall, only then did he let the tears fall. It was his fault, all his for not being content enough with the world had given him as his life. For wanting more. His face flushed red as tears rolled. Even in the quietness of this place, he couldn't let himself sob, didn't think he deserved it.
He was a beauty. One you couldn't possibly look past. His brother had inherited just his mom's feminine beauty but he'd inherited his mom's beauty and his real dad's unrealistic look. It was simply breathtaking, he looked breathtaking and even though he hated himself for looking like his dad, it was unfortunately inevitable. It brought him stares he'd rather not have and attention he really didn't want. Most of which approached him had considered him bent because of his looks and he'd just went along with it and wrote it in his profiles. He really didn't care. He'd never be involved with someone anyways. Now with him in silent tears he looked like a soft beauty, a breath of fresh air. His long lashes were wet and curled slightly, his thin almond eyes glistened like glass with tears. They were a deep shade of emerald green. He bit down on his naturally red lips, could taste the metallic, almost steel scent it gave and knew he wasn't only bleeding from his bite. He hadn't been putting on a helmet so with the landing he'd hit his head on a rock. He felt the warm liquid seep down his head, felt his head twirl. He didn't bother reacting as he laid there, opening the note. It read,
"We love you, mum does too and so does dad. Please be safe. For me, for us,....for yourself. Incase someone else sees this, please be there for him. We don't deserve him but he means the world to us. Bring him home, here's our adress, or rather mine.
Room 12, Avery estate, Fifth Avenue.
his brother, Sky Wayne."
He scoffed. Sometimes he wanted to detest his brother for these notes he always gave him when he was about to have a crisis but he knew he did it out of innocent worry. He sighed, the note in his hand as he let the twirling sensation overwhelm him and silently let that safe darkness take control. He just wanted some peace, to feel loved.