Sorry about updating! I'm really busy. Anyway, trigger warning, for self-harm, depression, bullying, etc...
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I can't fucking take it.
They won't stop. They just cannot stop, for the love if God. God... I wonder if there even is such a thing.
My name is Ryan, and I'm my school's only openly bi student. Trust me, it is the hardest thing I've ever had to go through. There is this one kid, though, who makes me hopeful. That maybe, just maybe, it'll get better.
His name is Brendon.
Brendon is the most beautiful creature on the planet, but he would never even notice I existed, much less fall in love with me.
I woke up in a cold sweat, not wanting to even open my eyes, much less deal with all those assholes at school. Despite this, I get up and get dressed, eat breakfast, and get in my car to go to school.
When I get there, the assholes that have tortured me for the past 10 grades greet me with a beating.
I cried, like I always did. But something different happened this time.
"Stop it! How fucking insane do you need to be to hurt someone because of their sexuality?!" A voice shouted. This voice was smooth, and made me feel warm inside. It was Brendon's voice.
He punched one of the guys in the face, giving me a chance to escape. "Run!" He yelled.
I obeyed, the last thing I wanted was to get beat up again.
Later that day, I saw Brendon in the halls.
"H- Hey," I said.
"Hi." He replied.
"So... Thanks for saving me. It means a lot."
"No problem. I used to get bullied for being bi, too."
Did he just say he was bi? Might I actually have a chance with him?
"But seriously, how can I repay you?" I asked.
"Well, I'm getting frozen yogurt after school. Wanna come?"
My face lit up. "Yes! I mean... Yeah, sure."
He giggled a little. Oh god, His giggle.
After last period, we met up by the music wing, and made our way to our cars.
"Damn, its hot." I say.
"Take off your jacket, then."
I was silent for a second. "I can't do that."
"Why not?" He asked before it sunk in. He knew now. "Ryan... No..."
My eyes watered. "I'm sorry..."
He pulled me close and let me cry into his chest. "Hey, look, there are people out there who care for you, and they don't know what they would do without you."
"Who?" I sobbed. "Who would actually care if I was alive or not?"
"Me, for example."
I looked up at him. "W- What?" NY voice was shaky.
"Me. I care. It might not have seemed like it, but I did care for you, and obviously still do. So please, promise me, stay alive."
I nodded as the tears kept flowing. "I promise, I promise, I'm so sorry..."
"I like you, Ryan. I really do. I care about you in a way not many people understand."
"I love you." I said.
"I love you, too."
