Letters to someone

Letter One

The hot sun beamed down at the students that were running on the track out on the field at school. Everyone except one small boy that was hiding under the bleachers with a sleeveless black one star vest hoodie on. The majority of black blended him in but the only thing that stuck out was his white hair. It's easy to identify him by this factor as well.  He's knows as Zacharie Frayer, the albino faggot who's got the hots for Dan Willian since who knows how long. He was back in the bleachers with his hood up and smelled of sun screen. He scanned his eyes over who else but Dan. They have been childhood friends for long time but the relationship cut off short and unpleasant but that didn't stop Zacharie from obtaining his crush with the small hunch of his that Dan wasn't himself. In constant pursuit of love like a needy child, he wasn't willing to give up no matter how many heartbreak he had suffered from peers, his parents and most importantly Dan himself. The whistle blew signalling the end of class and he stood up from his spot as he scanned his eyes down at Dan and his possy of beefcake. As Zacharie stepped down he was automatically shoved into the nearest trashcan. "Faggot should stay where they truly belong!" One of the beefcake called out with Dan's laughter following behind. "No one needs a faggot at this school." The leader howled out.

I still love you, Zacharie thought in his head as he tried to get out of the trashcan. No one really talked to him due to his peers' mindset that homosexuality was wrong. Barely any people accepted him for liking another man. His parents were decently fine but doesn't understand most stuff relating to sexuality. There weren't any LGBT community in miles of his town due to some anti gay laws. The laws didn't bother him. As long as he was happy, he was fine with everything else but so far, he isn't happy. He wasn't happy because of the fact that he couldn't be near Dan within a few feet radius  due to his possy. He would be beat up on the spot and Dan barely ever noticed him anymore.

Dan's been with multiple girls which Zacharie had to admit, were pretty and smart. He wasn't sure of how they got his attention. His hair was rather soft like theirs due to him constantly washing it everyday. He was second to top in his class after Dan and a few times head of class but none of these things worked. He was constantly trying to make himself worth of Dan to constant no avail. His parents never understood and sometimes he never understood why he kept trying on some days. Zacharie finally arrived at his locker and opened it up to have threats flood down to the floor and picked them up one by one and threw them away. Afterwards, he grabbed his books and a tiny envelope dressed to no else but Dan. He's handed these to Dan so many times. Each being filled to the brim with his affection and slipped into Dan's locker. Sometimes people notice but most of the time, they were in their own self delusion. He wasn't sure if Dan read them or just threw them away but the idea of giving Dan at least something gave him satisfaction. He went pass Dan down the hall and didn't look back to see Dan pick up the letter and actually read it with a small curve turning upright on his face. It was flattering to him and amused him once and a while. He had to admit, he was a little bit of a jackass for the way he treated his classmates and Zacharie even though he was a formal friend. His behavior had been influenced by his friends. Most of what they did was wrong but he wanted to fit in with them. It felt like he was a walking jar of lies but he tried to suppress it. It was his own personal problem to fit in. No one should really care but himself. Right? It felt like he was brainwashing himself over and over each day and losing sight of himself. He just sighed and closed his locker door and crumbled up the note from Zacharie and threw it away. For some reason... It hurts a lot to throw that away.