My Shadow

Chapter 1:

I woke up to no sound. People usually say they wake up to the sound of their parents telling them to get up, or the smell of breakfast wafting up to their room from the kitchen, or even something normal yet annoying, like the horribly loud beeping sound their alarm clock makes. But not me. This was how I usually woke up. I'm an early riser, don't judge me. I always get up 15 minutes before my alarm. My parents always expect this because I do it often, and I'm usually very responsible, so they don't bother to come wake me up unless I don't come downstairs 10 or 15 minutes after my alarm is supposed to go off. This rarely ever happens, even when I stay up late. It's just the way I am.

I get up out of my bed quietly and look at myself in the mirror.

I tell myself the same thing everyday.

"This is the day," I mumble.

I heard the pans clank from downstairs already. Mom was making breakfast. Soon after, I heard the rustling of a newspaper, and the soft sipping of someone drinking tea. That was Dad. He was reading while drinking his routine early morning cup of tea. He always did this 5 minutes before heading off to work. I've lived with this family for 15 years. I've memorized their routines down to the last detail. I've got excellent hearing as well. This assures me that nothing out of the ordinary is happening. Overall, my life was very boring. I bet that's what everyone thinks first thing in the morning. I certainly can't be the only one out of millions of people in the world to think that. That's how boring this world is. There's always at least 1 other person similar to you. In my case, thousands of people are like me. Thousands of people, like me, are gay. Well, bisexual to be exact.

I took a deep breath. I was still standing in front of the mirror, messy hair and all. This was the day. I would finally do it. I would come out to my parents. I would tell my homophobic parents that I was gay. It couldn't possibly be that bad. Things can always be worse. They wouldn't do anything irrational. Even if they were homophobic, they would still love me for me. I was still their little girl. They wouldn't change their opinion of me just because of my sexuality. So what if I like girls? I can't help that. They'll accept me, I know they will. I don't know what I was even afraid of. It will all turn out fine. I'll tell them, and our relationship won't change at all.

That's what I told myself.

It's what I wanted to believe.

What I can't believe now, is how wrong I was.

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A/N (Please Read):

This is the first time I've ever written a story like this, so please mind any mistakes I may make. This is in honor of one of my best friends, who is also a part of the LGBTQ+ community.

I wholeheartedly support everyone within this community, and respect everyone who doesn't, as long as they are still respectful towards those who do and those who are a part of it. It doesn't matter what gender you are or which gender you like, or if you are neither gender and are non-binary or gender-fluid. Everyone is human and should be treated as so.

If you don't like it, don't read the story. Simple as that, and it's the same way with all of my stories. If you have comments, then by all means, comment! If you like the story, vote! If you don't like the story, then stop reading.

Please note that while I definitely do support this topic, I do not know much about it. So please, if there is anything you think I should know about this that you think will help in the development of the story, tell me please. I want this to be as accurate as possible. Not only is this in honor of my friend, but it is in honor of everyone in the community. Thus, I plan to do it right.

I honestly don't know when I'll be updating this or how consistent the updates will be. I have multiple other stories I'm focused on, but I felt that this was a story that was important for me to publish, therefore I did.