you had always been a bit of a disappointment to everyone in his life. Both his parents disowned him for a list of reasons, he was gay, failed school and wasn't a virgin, which went against all their beliefs. He was kicked to the street, left to fend for himself and rot in just his early teens. These were some of his worst years, he'd tried to take his life countless times and when that failed, his hand went to cutting his body up. At this broke and broken state, you were forced to sell his body to old perverts, just to make enough to eat something. This industry was where he met Baji, a boy in the same age group as you. Baji was just a horny broke sex deprived druggie, paying a prostitute like you for just a quick night of meaningless pleasure. The morning off, the two boys found themselves talking, just talking about nothing. They found each other funny and refreshing, the two had fallen in love.

You and Baji gathered up the little funds they had and bought a small apartment together. Which was all they needed to be happy together. It was a dark place but it was home, home for these mentally fucked individuals, barely into adulthood. At the moment, the two were laying on the couch, both shirtless. You had his heavy head resting on Bajis lap, his eyes red and his brain foggy, he was high and half asleep anyways. Baji sat there silently, listening to your drunkenly vent about how shitty some of the men he'd had to please that day were. The room was dirty, half empty bottles of alcohol on the floor along with old cigarette butts, bloody razor blades, empty take out boxes, used condoms and dirty zip lock bags of illegal substances.