Nothing Left To Loose [Brallon One Shot]

Nothing Left To Loose

Something's in the air tonight

I look out my window. It's such a beautiful night tonight, one of those nights where you can tell that you'll be able to see stars from the roof.

The sky's alive with a burning light

I climb onto the ledge of my window and sit. Maybe I shouldn't do this. I want too, but is it in my best interest?

I look down at my hands and pull up my sleeves.

Feeling the cool September air mix with the molten lava look of the setting sun, I pull them back down.

Of course it is.

You can mark my words something's about to break

I climb down and look in the mirror.

The world is about to see the real me.

There's no way out of it after this.

This is all I've got though.

I'm the only thing I really own and I'll be damned if I'm going to hide it anymore.

And I found myself in a bitter fight

I run my hand through my hair as I jog down the stairs.

"Mom? Eric?" I shout through the house. They walk into the room and I ask them to take a seat.

"Honey what's wrong?"

"Nothing Mom, There's just something I would like to tell you guys."

"Well?" My father says, pushing his glasses up.

Here goes nothing. I pull the sleeves of my sweater over my hands nervously.

"I-" I shake my head. "You know how they say that you can't change who you are, no matter how hard you try?"

They nod.

"Well, you see, I've uh, tried being different. I tried so hard. But uh,"

I look at their faces, trying to read them but I couldn't.

"I don't... I'm... Mom, Dad," I say to each of them in turn.

"I love you guys so much" I whisper to my shoes.

"Honey", my mom gets up off of the couch and walks up to me, "What's going on? You're scarring me."

"I'm gay." I say quietly, still looking at my shoes.

"What did you say? You know I'm half deaf."

I meet her eyes with my watery blue gray ones.

"I'm gay."

While I've held your hand through the darkest night

She backs away slowly.

"Eric, did you hear that?"

"Yes Sally, our son likes men. I think it's very brave of him to admit that." Eric smiles at me and I weakly smile back.

"NO, Eric. My son is not gay." She looks at me again and meets my eyes before turning her head sharply away.

"I want him out."

"What?" Eric and I say at the same time.

"I don't want him here. He needs to leave. If we decide he can come back later so be it. But for the time being he needs to get out."

"Mom" I choke brokenly. "I thought you loved me. You always told me to be myself. I tried to fight it, I promise I did."