Summary: One accident and everything turns around. Aiden's lost and it's starting to rain and the odd guy standing at the edge of the cemetery isn't helping.

He's 16. 16, scrawny, bullied and rather attached to rainy weather. But none of that matters when one accident makes everything disappear. With his parents dead, Aiden finds himself moving half way across the country to his mother's sister's house. They don't even bother having the funeral back in his old city. No, everything needs to be done in little ol' Rawford. And Aiden doesn't like that one bit. He also doesn't like the odd bloke who won't budge from the gravestone he's leaning against a few feet away.

Warnings: Slash (M/M, BL, Yaoi...whatever else you call it...), Language, Violence, Character Death & Hordes of Angst. :D

This is a direct result of my reading Stupid Post It Notes by Dirty-Angel-Toes (I totally suggest you go read it. After you read my prologue of course...). I suppose I had to try writing an angsty story at some point since it is my calling. Angst is fun to write. So bloody fun.I do so hope you like.

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Sick in the Morning

Prologue

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(And now I know)
This is the pain of believing
(The danger is real)
And there's no easy way out
(How did I get here?)
You trust too much in my bravery
It's my safety you're taking

- After the Devil Beats his Wife by Emery

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It’s sunny outside.

It’s always sunny outside, almost like it couldn’t be any other type of weather.

But it’s summer so I suppose it’s supposed to be sunny. All the time.

I’m not sure how I feel about that. The sun all the time. Wouldn’t I just get sick of it? Nothing’s ever sunny all the time so the weather doesn’t have any right to be either. It should rain. A lot.

I’d like that. I know I’d like that because I like the rain. It’s nice and calming. And the smell afterwards always makes me relax.

I notice that I stopped walking. Strange. I really need to understand myself a bit more. Sighing, I continue onwards, toward my house. I didn’t really like it. It was too big and there was too much stuff inside it. It’s what I got for having a mother who seems to like to hoard everything because everything is too precious to be thrown away.

Including the used coffee beans and the empty egg cartons.

I sigh a second time and a car rushes past me. Maybe a bit too fast. Probably driving over the speed limit anyways; they always are just because this is a quite street.

I notice a car turning from the street a few houses in front of me, but the other car doesn’t slow down. I get this sinking feeling in my chest. Maybe it’s my heart but it seems to have pushed my stomach down into my kidneys because everything feels queasy.

The car’s turning. The other one hasn’t slowed down.

CRASH!

And that’s when I realise. The car that was turning.

Oh dear God, the car that was turning.

The speeding car’s driven the turning car right into a lamp post and the lamp post, dear God, it’s falling. It’s falling and it’s like I can hear the cement breaking away. It’s breaking away and it’s, it’s falling. So fast that I barely see it and the crash is louder than I thought it would be.

And oh my Fucking God. The car that was turning. It’s turned into nothing and the queasy feeling’s turned into the most excruciatingly nauseous feeling I’ve ever felt and my chest tightens and my breath hitches and I’m frozen.

The car that was turning.

I hear a few screams. Loud, high pitched screams. People are already running out of their houses. But all I can see is the lamp post and the car that was turning. The red car.

The red car that I’ve sat in, laughed in, breathed in, frowned in. Right down the middle and the roof’s completely caved in and the other car has completely destroyed the front. It’s gone. Destroyed beyond repair.

And when my legs finally get the motion back in them, I run forward as fast as they’ll carry me, and there’s just one thought.

Were they both in it?

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Hmm, you'd be amazed at how many times I rewrote this and changed the main plot idea...It went from abusive parents to what this is. Abusive parents has been done quite a fair bit so I thought, why not dead ones? I thought about ones going through a divorce but well, that one can't cause as much drama as I want. xD (I'm so horrible. I know.)

- Your Author.

P.S. Review? Pretty please.

P.P.S. I am so totally trying a new format/layout for my stories. :D