"Is it true that pain is beauty?"
- Anonymous
Brock dials Lizzy for the 23rd time and still, he gets no answer.
He fucked up this time. He looked over at his alarm clock as the time read:
[11:38 pm]
Light bulbs...
Four light bulbs, shine over a large bathroom mirror. A teenage boy stands before the mirror.
Talking to himself:
"Mom, I'm gay... And... I didn't know how to tell you at first because I was afraid of what you'd say. I was afraid of how you'd react. But because you are my mother I want to feel like I can tell you anything. I don't want you to feel like this will change anything. I will still be the same person I've always been... it's just... I like boys. It's not a phase. I'm not confused. It's who I am. And I know this because I've come to love myself and accept and love what is true. I hope you understand."
Everyone, meet our main character, Samuell Miller. Name pronounced (SAM • YOU • L). But everyone calls him Sam.
Sam is a gay black teenager with a caramel skin tone and long natural curly/wavy hair. Brown eyes and a smile that could warm your heart.
He's been practicing that speech all summer. Junior year (year 11) of High School was approaching and needed to finally let this 6-year-old secret out.
He opens the door to his bedroom. He could feel a different sense of feeling. Icy yet hot chills slither & travel down his spine like a subway train running its tracks.
In the kitchen, Sam's mother, Vanessa Miller is finishing up some dishes. Her phone rings. It's her mother calling.
*Click* She declines the call. She sighs. Exhausted from working almost a full week at the hospital. She turns around, meeting a tense and nervous Sam.
Startled, Vanessa scoffs, throwing her hand over her chest.
"Sam, you scared the shit outta me."
Sam doesn't respond. Just looking at her like he's ready to break. Can he tell her? He has to. Right?
Right.
Vanessa noticed something was off immediately.
"Sam, what's wrong? You have not been acting yourself for almost half of this month. I haven't heard you laugh in your room nor seen you come out of the room not once when I get home from work. What's going on with you?"
"I have to tell you something."
Vanessa rested back against their kitchen bar. Crossing her arms. Curiosity beginning to consume her. Sam was always bright, smiling, laughing and pretty much being himself... just not... to the full extent.
Sam could feel his mouth growing dry. So dry that he had to open his mouth to regain the ability to comprehend he had one, doing so though caused his mouth to quiver. You could tell something was wrong.
"Sam?"
Sam opened his mouth. His voice broke.
"I'm Gay."
QUICK.
BOOM. Vanessa takes two steps back. The kitchen is quiet. The silence is loud it feels deafening. Sam is trembling now.
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Lake Caroline
HorrorIn a small, somewhat quiet town located in California, Samuell's mother gets abducted by a serial killer. As Sam questions his mother's abduction, classmates from his high school go missing, and strange supernatural happenings keep occurring leading...
