*The door locked behind the boy as he entered the house. Nothing has really changed. The house is brown, dark colored walls from the inside and plain furniture as usual like any other house. The boy looked around the enterance area, glacing at some of the mysterious and colorful art he's created by himself with spray paint. He ran his hand onto the wall, giving soft touches onto his spray paint art. The poor boy was alone. His parents didn't take care of him. They left him stranded. But, the boy does not give a care in the world about what his parents think of him.

        The boy groaned and ran upstairs to his room, shutting the door behind him with force. He slammed himself onto his bed, causing the bed to crack. The boy smiled at the thought of how many times he used to bring girls into in his room to sleep with him for fun. He stopped doing it after awhile because there's other things to focus on. Getting back into prison, or maybe because he feels intrested in the same gender he is. Boys. He doesn't know how he got into males, but it sort of happened. Maybe girls are a little too much for him to take on. He's never fell for a boy, but he wants to know the feeling. Not now, but when he's better and healed. 

         He looked up at the ceiling with a hand to his forehead. The boy sighed in frustration when he heard a certain "beep" from his ankle bracelet. He sat up only to look down at the bracelet around his ankle. He slid his finger into the bracelet awkwardly. The boy tried to stretch the ankle bracelet out with strength to make it rip apart. Unfortunately, that did not work. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to get out of this damn house. He wanted to do something illegal and fun at the same time. It's like he desires prison as his own because of the many times he's been put behind bars. This, of course was his treat to be released, but he could not handle it for once. 

         The ankle bracelet beeped again for the second time. He slipped himself off of his bed and walked straight to his desk and grabbed a pocket knife out of his drawer which he kept for safety if burglars ever broke in; not that he'd ever use it because he would join. The boy bent down, reaching for his ankle bracelet. He repeatedly rubbed the knife against the bracelet, causing it to break and fall off. Leading to that, blood streamed down his ankle due to how much pressure he cut. It didn't cause the boy no pain. The boy left the knife on his bedroom floor and ran to his door. He escaped the house.

He's on the lose.