Can there be hope for me?

Chapter 1: The bathroom stall

I was crying. My dad always would yell at me for it, that I was being weak, and that crying wasn't allowed, especially for men. But here I was, crying my eyes out in a bathroom stall, my eye bruised and hurting, it stung horribly. I stopped crying when I heard someone walk in, I wiped my eyes and sniffled, I looked under the stall door to see a familiar pair of shoes, it was Sally Face. "Travis, is that you?" Sally asked as he stood in front of the stall door. I suddenly went stiff, I panicked and did the only thing I knew to do. "Go away Sally Face, I don't need you're pity." I grumbled. He stayed there quietly before asking, "Travis, are you, crying?" That's when I fully froze.

"Why would I cry? Crying is for gay people like you and your dumb friend group!" I yelled. Suddenly I saw Sally sit down in front of the stall door, he took a deep breath before responding softly, "Travis, not all of us are gay, well Todd is very gay, but he's still my friend, no matter what." I sat there quietly, I tried to speak but my voice wouldn't come out. "But, it's a sin. It's not good! It's a bad thing! You'll go to hell!!" I croaked, my voice shaking. "I know that's how you were raised Travis, but it's not true. Say, if you ever need a friend, you can hangout with me and my friends." Sally replied quietly. I tried to keep my composer before yelling. "I don't need your pity! Especially from some fag like you!!" I then saw him stand up, before he left he told me this. "Well don't say I never tried, I know you're a good person Travis." And that was all I heard before he left the bathroom.

I immediately broke down in tears again. I wasn't a good guy, I was a bad one, a sinner. I clutched my cross necklace as I tried wiping my tears as I sniffled, I shortly stood up and walked out of the stall and looked in the mirror. I was a mess, my eye purple, my eyes red and puffy from crying. My dad was right, I was pathetic. I kept looking at myself before looking down by the trash can, I saw a note and realized it was the one I originally wrote for Sally Face. I panicked and threw it in the trash, I prayed he didn't read it, or if he did he didn't know it was me. I quickly splashed water on my face before leaving the bathroom, I then walked into the halls with all the other kids, trying to get to class. I easily blended in, I didn't exactly stand out, maybe it was better that way, maybe it should always stay that way. Just me in this cruel world, yeah, who needs friends or romance anyway.