The alley ways are cold and damp. I don't know how long I've been alone, but all I know is that it's been awhile.
I sigh. Tonight seems to be a whole lot colder than it usually is. I pull a lighter that I've gotten off the illegal black market. I then pull out a cigarette. I struggle to light it in this cold environment.
"Come on, Gabe," I coax to myself. My dark brown hair hangs low -- almost to eye heighth. I'd brush it out of the way, but there's no point.
My cigarette is lit. "Finally," I gasp. I take huff.
For about twenty minutes, I sit there -- still, taking huffs of my cigarette. As I'm sitting there, I think of things. One of those things was how homosexuality is an 'illness' in our city of Daskanalasć. I then think of that boy… Kyle Kozlov, I believe his name was.
About three years ago, Kyle Kozlov was confirmed to have the 'illness' of homosexuality. He refused to receive treatment. He was taken away. By now, he would be about nineteen.
I can still remember that day.
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I saw a blond haired boy with amber eyes, outside, relaxing.
Armed guards approached him.
One spoke, "Kyle Kozlov?"
"Yeah?" Kyle looked up.
The same guard spoke again, "You missed out on your treatment. Kyle, you should come with us. This way, you can be fully healed. If you don't comply, we'll have to take you forcefully."
Kyle blinked a couple times in disbelief. Finally he said, "Suck my ass."
"Excuse me?"
Kyle stood tall, "You heard me. Suck my ass!"
"Such vulgar words!" A guard gasped.
The lead guard commanded, "Take Mr. Kozlov away. He'll be cured whether or not he wants to."
Kyle yelled, "You'll never take me alive!" The blond ran for freedom.
A guard pulled out a gun and shot him in the legs.
"Oof," the blond collapsed onto the pavement.
The lead guard kneeled by Kyle. "Now listen to me carefully, Mr. Kozlov. Those bullets were laced with arsenic. And if you want to live, I suggest you come with me."
"Never," Kyle mustered.
The man stood. "Take him by force." He grinned, perilously.
"No!" Kyle screamed, being dragged away.
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I shutter just at the pure thought of it.
"Hey, kid."
I look up from where I sit.
There's an armed guard. He takes away my cigarette. He sighs. "Keep doing this shit and you'll be locked up." He leans in close. "Just know, god wants you to be on the right path." He stalks away.
And once he's gone I say, "Daskanalasć is complete and utter shit."
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Teen Fiction16-year-old Obsidian Yakivev lives in a society that believes in the idea of homosexuality to be nothing other than a rare sickness. But Obsidian finds out he is attracted to other men. Whenever people find out they have this "illness" they must rep...
