my first gay story

there I was just looking out from of my window wondering what I could do. I hate to admit it but I was completely stumped on what I should draw, but I then had a thought... what if I drew something I've never seen before? I started with a few sketches but I just... couldn't seem to get it right. then I started thinking about what It was I was actually trying to make and started thinking "I could literally make ANYTHING and yet I can't think of what I should…" I started to feel like it was useless trying to draw at all untill I decided to take a walk to clear my mind. that's when I started to see things, or so I thought. the further I walked the more delusional I felt I was getting. almost every ten minutes I was seeing a dark blur passing by me it was starting to freak me out so I went back home. oddly enough the blur actually inspired me to draw something. I kept trying my best to replicate what I was seeing but it always came up terribly, so I gave up for the night got some dinner and went to bed. in the middle of the night I woke up because I heard a loud crash in my living room, I got up to check out the noise holding my torch in hand I walked down stairs and started searching for what made the sound. I ended up spotting a broken glass on the ground infront of my sink so I cleaned it up and started heading to the restroom until I heard a loud slamming of a door so I ran back to the living room and checked the door for the under half of the stairs and started looking around. i couldn't see anything until something moved in the corner and I started seeing blood leaking over to me. I turn on the light to see someone sitting in the corner bleeding from the shoulder my first reaction was to grab the first aid kit and start bandaging him up. I'm so focused on his wounds that I fail to notice his glowing orange eyes, and his deeply dark wings. when I finish bandaging him I try to call the medics but he screamed at me saying "PLEASE DON'T I'M FINE!!!" I try to get some information from him but he kept trying to say that he was fine so I took him up to my guest room and lay him in the bed he ended up falling asleep before I can get his name so I try to find a wallet but I fail to actually find it. so I just try my best to tend to his wounds which where oddly large, it was like something stabbed him but it wasn't like any stab wound that I've ever seen. it was shaped like a key's head but what could have made it?(next chapter likely to be added if I get a few people who actually wanna read this crap)