<The RainBow After The Rainstorm> (LGBTQ/Suicide Book) by Jasmine Davis

~Damien~

    ~Damien~

    Something about moving into a new town unsettled me, made me wonder if I'd ever fit in. Before we had even packed, I told myself, that I would be whatever I could to fit in with the first person that came along. I later realized that this was a mistake and I should of not only been myself but been a better version of who I am, someone that I won't regret. Quinn taught me this in fact, and although I regret how I treated him, I also think of it as a miracle, because we started out as enemies, and came out as brothers.

    The first time I met Quinn, I had been in History, sitting with a group of jocks I'd allied with when I'd first set foot in RedWood High School. They'd taken me in as a brother immediately, as if they could just tell I would fit in. Their whole group was a bunch of pigs, but I managed to play along with their sexist, dirty, disrespectful talk. After a while, it just seemed normal to me, even to give a girl a whistle when she walked down the street. They changed me, I could feel it, but I honestly didn't care, I knew I fit in somewhere.......

That day, we had been sitting on the desks, making jokes before the bell rang. Quinn was sitting in the back, hooked on his latest book. The sort of leader in our group was Jake Parston, a good-looking, sport-orientated, vicious, stereotypical jock.

    He got up from his seat and walked over to Quinn, smacked his book out of his hand and pushed away his desk. "Books are for losers.....but then again you fit the part."  

    I watched Quinn shift in his seat, glancing at the door in plead, his puppy-dog eyes made their way to me, and I was surprised of the lack of guilt I felt.

    "Damien, come over here, we're gonna test you out, see if you're the right material." I hopped up and stood beside him, waiting for a command.  

    "Look at him, and describe him for me,"

    "Uh, he looks like......" My mind fell a blank as I looked at the wimpy little kid in front of me, names were being called out from behind me.

    "Fagott!"

    "Queer!"

    "Loser!"

    "Nerd!"

    Jake looked at me, waiting for me to say something, "C'mon they got you started." Fear rushed through me, I had no idea what to say.

    "Well he's just a little wannabe emo fag boy."

    "There ya go, I like it. How you like your new nickname, Quinn the Queer boy?"

    I saw Quinn sink back lower in his seat, trying to avoid even more taunting. I had no idea why, but a sly smirk spread across my face and I imagined fighting him, feeling his blood run through my fingers. He gave me a pleading look and for once, I actually went back to where I was sitting. The others followed me like a pack of wolves, snarling at Quinn, spit flying all over the room. For the rest of class, half of my brain wondered who I'd become and the other was still imagining beating the living nerd out of Quinn.