Open Closets

The One Thing

A/N: Hi lovelies here is the 4th chapter. It's written by the wonderful DHolt99, he is one of the nicest people, I met on here and an amazing writer. I'm really glad he helped me. A big thanks to you, Dyl. Ilysm <3
I'm really sorry this is chapter late, but wattpad decided to delete the hole chapter with 2,5 k words and I had to start over again, but luckily DHolt99 sent it to me again as an email so I didn't have to fully rewrite it.

Hello everyone! My name is Dylan, but most known as Dyl or Dyl Pickle. I'm 15, on the brink of 16, and I can proudly say that I am gay. How I got here was quite the rough and eventful journey. So, I guess I should just really start with my story. Which, will be quite long.

*trigger warning*

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I always knew something was different about me since I was young. Yes quite cliché of me to say, but it is a true statement. I couldn't identify what or how. Through all of junior high, the word gay always stayed in the back of my mind. Always just there. Lurking. Waiting to be acted on. It wasn't until I got into high school my freshman year that I really, really thought about it.

At this point I need to introduce you to a person that will be crucial for this story. There is this girl. For her sake, we'll call her Heather. Heather and I, at this point in freshman year, have been dating for two years. Yes, you read that right. TWO YEARS WITH A GIRL. She and I know each other inside and out. But, she doesn't have the slightest idea of what's going on in my mind.

Going into October, I had a real rough time juggling my sexuality and my relationship. At one point, I couldn't take the pressure anymore, and I had to speak to someone about it. In comes another crucial person. A boy. Again. For his sake, we'll call him Trevor. I've always known Trevor and we had been acquaintances. Word spread around the school that he dated a guy just to see how it was.
So, what better person to talk about my struggles with. He and I, had after school drama club together. So one day, I pulled him aside and asked if I could talk to him. We walked into a private room and he and I sat down. He asked me what's going on and so on, I told him everything and he basically just gave me wonderful wisdom and constructive criticism.

Btw, if what I'm talking about seems very general and not specific, that's because there's just so much detail. And it's quite a long story.

Anyway, he and I had a few other meetings and it was helpful. But, little that he know that I was falling for him. I've noticed throughout my experience, I've gotten attached to people quite easily. Which, is a habit I've grown out of. But anyway. Heather did not know about these meetings. She had no clue.

Well, it was one frightful afternoon that Heather confronted me in the last hour of school. She came up to me and said, "I know what you are hiding from me."

My world crashed down. My mind blew up. She knew. She knew I've been talking with Trevor about my issues. She knows that I have feelings for him. To this day, I still don't know how she found out.

I went home that day. I came home and cried. Cried and cried and cried. I saw no point in living. I saw no issue with ending. So, that's what I did. I grabbed a handgun, sent a goodbye message to both Heather and Trevor, and closed my eyes. My finger was over the trigger. Oh, so close. I stood there for five minutes, my phone buzzing out of control. I finally put the gun down and fell to the floor crying and shaking out of control. I picked up my phone to se both parties texting rapid messages. I consoled both of them that I didn't follow through. But then, the two of them made me choose. Her or him. Trevor insisted that I stay with Heather. But, I wanted Trevor. Ultimately, I chose Heather. Which, I don't know why I did.