Another day went by, where he was slicing his beautiful, small precious wrist- like if it was his worst enemy. The blood was pure red, and smothered all over him. The scars got deeper and deeper with every second.
It was like the end result of a vampire sucking up all of his blood inside him. He was a young lad who had a bright future ahead of him, he was called Alex named after his great grandad. Alex had short hair, it was golden as a caramel chocolate bar. His fluffy fridge was swept to his left side of his forehead. Alex was 16years of age, nine stone, and five foot six.
Unfortunately, he had to hide his identify and wear feminine clothes even though he was a male. He wanted to wear hoodies, tracksuit bottoms, shorts and male tops etc... but his mum forced him in skirts, dresses, to wear makeup etc... and every time he tried to explain his point who he is and he should wear what makes him feel comfortable, his mum responded with "You was born biologically as a girl, I gave birth to you Alexander. Therefore, don't tell me what gender you are!" He never felt so lonely in his life.
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Alex
Short StoryHe never expected this.. He hated himself more than the bullies, his parents and teachers. All he wanted is friends, supportive family who accepts him Can his life be turned around... Before it is too late?
