My Coming Out Story...

7th Grade Part 2

After they told my teachers I felt safer that I felt before that. After that I got some looks from of the people in my grade. I hated every minute of it. I had thoughts of killing myself, cutting myself, and some other things I don't want to say. I was at a down point in my life I thought everyone hated me, people wanted to kill me, and so many other things. My friend Amber she was there for me no matter what. She had her days too, when she came to school sometimes she wouldn't talk to me, but the next day she would talk to me and tell me why she wouldn't talk. Amber is like the sister I never had. I don't know how many time I have tried to cut myself, but never had the courage to do it. When I came out to my dad, he got so mad at me. When he found out I had a boyfriend he went through my phone and shut it off for 5 months something like that. After that I didn't talk to him for awhile. Then one night I heard my parents fighting. They were fighting about me. I listened after I got out of the shower, my mom was on my side and my dad was being the homophobe he is. I just broke into tears I couldn't stop crying at all. I just fell to my knees and cried. Then I went into my bed to finish watching Pitch Perfect and my dad said something I would've slapped him for. He was like, " Lewis... He can stay in his room until he is 18 for all I care. We both know he hates me," I thought," True yes but that is no reason." Then my mom interrupted saying,"You can't do that he has a life with caring friends. He needs to be out he is inside all the time anyway." He said "I don't care he shouldn't be like this." I literally stopped crying then they started fighting again. So I cried even more My sister went in the hallway to listen and she saw me crying and came in and asked me what they were fighting about. I said, "ME." She took me into her arms and I went into her room and cried for 10 minutes and still was but I had to go to bed. As I laid there and cried on my bed my mom came up the steps and said, "Whats wrong?" I said, " I heard you two fighting," "You weren't suppose to hear that Lewis. I'm so sorry you had to hear that." By the time I stopped crying in my moms arms I used up a roll of toilet paper and then some.