Hey guys!
I'm trying to write my first published english story, later I'll looking for a beta reader, too.
I published this on a german site and dediced to tranlate it into english. I hope you'll like it. The english might be easy and clear, but I'll try to do better next time.
This is about Jasdero & Devito and their past...it was a "before-christmas-present" to a friend of mine. In german, thought.
It was dark in the room Jasdero hided himself.
He didn't want so see anybody.
Not yet, not today.
He'd sat there for hours, his arms around his knees, crying quietly.
His tears dropped on the cold ground underneath him, together they were a small sea.
Jasdero shivered.
There they were again – these memories!
These dammed, hurting memories!
Darkness, everywhere.
It overwhelmed me.
But I know that he was there.
He smelled like cigarettes, alcohol and…lust.
Devito hat never smelled like that.
Then, he placed his hands von my chest, I felt his weight on my hips before the pushed me lower, before he turned my body into this shivering, bleeding, frightened peace of fear that I always became when he was around.
How long will my sole stand this?
How long, how long, till I die?
God, please make it stop!
Jasdero woke up.
But he wasn't alone anymore.
Two thin arms hold him tight and warm.
His faces with the hurting pair of eyes were pressed against a chest.
Protected.
Beloved.
"I'm here, Dero-chan…Devi won't leave you alone."
Please give me feedback for this...I'm not sure with every word, some review might be very helpful.