Identifies as genderfluid.
Member of Band, School Radio Station, and Rivera OUT!
Hunter never exactly had an amazing life, it was pretty standard up until he was 16. He, his older sister and his twin brother, Oliver, were cared for by their parents, they had a loving environment, enough money to occasionally be reckless. Hunter and Oliver were almost polar opposites, yet somehow they found common ground in their love of a good party and motorcycles. Where they were as divided as two twins could be on the outside, inside was quite a different story. Hunter and Oliver used to go around Manchester on the weekend, just looking for a party and whenever they weren’t partying they took their mopeds around the city for a spin. That was the start of things going wrong. It was stupid a mishap that could easily have been avoided, but since that night tragedy had struck and everything Hunter knew fell apart.
His brother and him had been driving, no different than any other night when these other kids showed up, fancying a little bit of a race. Hunter protested, it was stupid. He wasn’t risking his neck to prove something to those jackasses. Oliver saw it another way and rose to the challenge. A challenge which ended his life abruptly when a truck hit him head on. Everything was in pieces then, the boys death taking a heavy toll on the family. Arguments erupted, yells echoed around the whole house while Hunter locked himself away in their room. His girlfriend left him during this difficult time, telling him it was too much for her to need to deal with. He didn’t blame her, it was his family not hers and they had only been dating a few months. His parents divorced not long after and a rift was created, a rift which ended in communication with his mother eventually being cut off entirely when Hunter and his sister had to chose which parent to live with, them choosing the opposite parents to live with.
He stayed with his father in Manchester and went to a Sixth Form, which is where things took a personal turn for the worse with him. He was still a partier without his brother by his side, but it had become multiplied. He drank away his feelings at each party, did drugs and things he’d never thought he’d turn to. But why not? Everyone else at these parties was letting loose so why shouldn’t he. Thats when he met the guy who really fucked him up. James. James was a vision to Hunter at the time, the pair began to hang out at these parties and soon began to hang out outside of them too. It wasn’t long before they started dating. It also didn’t take long for James’ facade to come to an end and for him to begin to show his true colours.
Their relationship was unhealthy, but Hunter was starved for some affection since his father became distant with him and got a new girlfriend, bring in two stepsisters into the mix. He didn’t have many friends and James was the only one who appeared to give him that affection he needed, though it didn’t come easily. He dragged Hunter down constantly, made him believe no one else would ever love him, made him feel like it was his fault for his families collapse. He abused Hunter mentally for months, but the boy never thought it would turn physical. Physically their relationship was fine, they hadn’t had sex because Hunter wasn’t ready simple as that. He never suspected a thing when James handed him a drink at a party once, but slowly he couldn’t feel his arms, he couldn’t move and then the horrific truth came out and he was date raped.
Hunter was falling apart mentally, years of everything building up until he snapped. He poured everything out one day to the college councilor and since then it was all a rush. Therapy sessions, statements for the police but slowly, very slowly the thing that had been tearing apart within him was beginning to heal up. James and him stopped speaking and Hunter was glad for it, he was glad to be rid of everything and slowly working to fix himself.
Sixth Form passed by in a blur since then, he didn’t attend parties anymore but attended his therapy sessions instead where for an hour a week everything inside of him came out. It was during this time, hours spent alone and hours talking to the lady he discovered himself, he didn’t like being a boy most days, but somedays he also didn’t like being a girl. He was confused and unsure, but by the time he finished he was okay. He didn’t make sense to himself, but he did what felt right, whether that meant being a girl one day and a boy the next, for now until he was sure. That was enough. He managed to pass his exams and get into Rivera thankfully. He got away from his past, when he was at Uni he felt better, he still had a therapy session to attend on campus but it was different. There no one knew him, his family were left far behind and he was studying a subject he loved. He had a job at a local coffee shop and everything was pleasant. He grew close to a few people and by the time he was 19 he was okay. Everything had slowly clicked into place after that outpour. It took time, but he had made it. He got there.
There was just one thing mission, a piece of him that couldn’t be fixed. A lot of the damage James did to him was fixed, but something inside of him would always still be broken from that. He had a hard time trusting anyone anymore and this caused arguments with his friends more often than not. He was lonely and he needed something, someone even maybe to help him fix that. Because as good as his friends were to him, it wasn’t enough. They didn’t get it, they’d never get it unless Hunter told them though of course, but he has yet to meet anyone he’d want to tell. He gets on though, smiles everyday and allows himself to get lost in the future, forgetting about the demons which haunt his past.
Faceclaim: George Shelley
baratheonpilled
blakekathryn
discoholicmusic
vaporwave
origamiaround
ellievsbear
pixelskylines
theartofmadeline
