Mute[BoyxBoy]

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A new story idea that popped into my head. Let me know what you think. Comments for this are going to be like my others!!<333

Mute[BoyxBoy]

A loner. That is what they call me. The kids at school all think that it's hilarious to make fun of me, and put me down. I act like I don't care, but that is far from the truth.

I pretend when I am around people because I feel as if I show my true feelings that something worse is going to happen. I used to have friends. That was when I was 'normal'. 

Now, I am what they call emo, a fag, a ferry, a cutter, psycho, a reject, stoner, and a liar. I get words thrown in my face everyday, but I do nothing about it. I just take it and feel the pain. My whole life is pain and depression.

I get made fun of more than any person that I have ever seen. Either my clothes are wrong, my voice isn't manly enough, I wear too much black, or my hair isn't right. Nothing is ever good enough.

Nobody knows how I really feel. In the past few years I have managed to learn how to keep a straight face and not react. I haven't smiled in over a year and I don't go a day without crying.

The scars from my past and present show how truly horrible I feel. My red and scratched arms prove it.  I always hide my arms and I tend to cover my face with my hair a lot. My hair is shaggy enough that it helps a lot. Nobody ever notices or cares about me anyway, so I might as well hide.

My mother is gone and my father is so far past normal that it should be illegal. I am always alone. Nobody is ever home. 

I hide myself in my bedroom with my music blaring and I just sit. Staring out at the world that I feel like I am not even a part of. I feel lost. I feel pain. I feel restless. I can feel myself falling apart slowly at the seams.

My life feels like a never ending sad song most of the time. Like Simple Plan's song 'Welcome To My Life'. The lyrics fit me perfectly, and it sucks.

Today has been one of the worst days so far. I go to school and there are post its all over my locker with hate words. I feel a sob building in my chest as I think of it. I get bullied and pushed around on a daily basis. Nothing is ever good in my life. Nothing.

The only two places that I feel safe are in my bedroom or the park by my house. As a kid my mother used to be bring me here. I remember her spinning me around and running after me. I was 14 when she died of lung cancer. She lived longer than most lung cancer patients do. She lived until the end and she kept me happy. My happiness is gone now. I am 17 years old and so depressed that it scares me sometimes.

Here I am, on a Friday night, sitting at the park of all places. Normal teenagers are out having a good time, but yet here I am being me. Pushing myself back and forth with my feet, I swing my body from left to right and reminisce of the good times. This place reminds me of my mother, and it brings tears to my eyes. I can feel the tears building slowly. I hang my head down and just let everything hit me.

"Hey. Are you alright?", I suddenly hear a voice say and I look up to see Caleb. He is everything that I used to want to be. School quarterback, heart throb, loved by everyone, and popular. He is my dream guy also; dark blonde hair, blue eyes, muscles. Perfect.

I nod my head and wipe my eyes. I can hear him sigh and then he sits down on the swing next to me. I can almost feel myself tense up. I am not used to people being nice to me, let alone talking to me.

"I can tell that you aren't okay, so I will just sit here with you."

I look over at him and I can tell that he is being serious. A small smile is apparent on his face and I feel like smiling back, but I don't. He will just leave like all of the others.