Notes

Zane sniffled a little and wiped away a few stray tears that were on his slightly chubby cheeks, holding his pastel blue blanket close to his small frame. His father had kicked him out of the house again because he’d gone into little space, which was something that his parents absolutely hated about him. They wanted a strong, handsome son, yet all they got was this cute and childish boy. He got bullied in school for it too, he had almost no one that truly liked him, which only made him go into little space more often. The boy was now walking around the city at this late hour of the night, hoping to find a safe place to stay, or at least somewhere that he could stay safe away from any people on the streets that thought he was a good victim.

Zane glanced around the busy room with his innocent blue eyes, his pale skin having a shade of multiple colours because of all the different neon lights flashing. The air in the room was very stuffy, which bothered him almost as much as the scent of alcohol, but he didn’t bother complaining about it. He definitely stood out in the crowd, even though he was on the couches in the corner of the room as well as on his babysitters lap, it wasn’t common to come across a male that looked like a child in this sort of night club. He didn’t want to be there, the loud music and multitude of guys coming up and asking for him got annoying, but he couldn’t just get up and walk away. He was far from his home, and at this late hour, he was too scared to go out alone. The boy let a small yawn out and pulled his bunny plushie back into his chest, hoping that his babysitter would take him back home soon, because even though his parents hated him, he just wanted to go back home.