Author: yaoi8808 PM
Hey, my name is Del, and this is my story. From when my parents and my brother's plane crashed, and me finding a strange man washed onto the shore to whatever happens between me and Adam. Warnings: M/M slash, yaoi ect , slight shota at the end.Rated: Fiction M - English - Drama - Words: 416 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 2 - Published: 08-18-10 - id: 2839629
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I stared at the TV, NO, it was impossible. It couldn't be true! Please say it was just a hoax!
". . . once again, I repeat, it has been a horrible tragedy for flight 762 to have been forced to crash land in hostile territory. Among the 200+ passengers, the number dead within the plane is still uncertain. Though it is thought that most within the plane are all dead," the lady on the TV kept saying this, as if it'll make the relatives feel better.
"Why me?" I muttered, "Why does it have to be me?" I know I'm not being fair, considering how many others had died along with my parents and my older brother. This was not fair at all. My parents were young, barely forty. They still had their whole careers ahead of them. My brother Dan was only 16, and had just gotten his driver's license last night. They had phoned me from the airport to tell me the great news. I sat there, grief stricken, when the footage on the TV changed. There was a group of people who, using large machines, pushed the plane and all the bodies inside of it fell into the ocean.
One of the men came up to the camera and said, "This is what happens to those who don't follow God's law, and kill all the fucking fags," before spitting at the camera and walking away.
I stood up, enraged. How could he have done that? All those poor people, some might have been alive. I sighed, and slowly got up. Looking around the house and seeing the clutter, I slowly bent down and started to clean. I needed something to keep my mind off of the news right now. If there wasn't any distraction, then I was surely going to go insane. I couldn't help but start thinking. They were so close to home, just a few more minutes or so, and they would have been on the main island. Then all that's needed to take dad's speed boat out of the ship yard and drive it back to the little cove on the north eastern portion of our island. Why did it have to turn out like this?
Ok, so this is my first attempt at really writing a story. I'd love to hear some feed back, and maybe I'll update in the next few days/weeks.
Loves and kisses,