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Chapter 2

Today's quote: "Let your smile change the world but don't let the world change your smile"
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I don't really know much about friendship (as you can probably tell), I don't know what to do when friends cry, I'm not used to it. Do I just hug you, or do you expect me to talk to you? I was really surprised when I left the cafeteria and found Christopher curled up in a ball right next to my locker crying his eyes out. I just followed my instinct and went with the flow, and did what you would usually do on a situation like this, I hugged him and asked him what was wrong. He ended up telling me that because of his sexuality he usually got a lot of hate, he then proceeded to tell me all about it, how he doesn't live with his parents anymore because they kicked him out, how he got a job at a local pub to pay his bills and how he was depressed for a while, but then he was saved by a boy, a wonderful boy named Marcus. Marcus was also gay, and when he saw Chris for the first time he was too scared to talk to him, he only got the courage to talk to him when he talked to her mother about the angel he saw at the pub. They loved each other, the relationship only grew but then, Marcus decided to leave and never come back, he doesn't know it but he took a piece of Christopher with him, Christopher was never the same.
But then Christopher started to work harder, he made friends and he got a makeover. He changed for the best but sometimes he just breaks down, it happens to everyone, and this was one of these times where he was just done with everything. After he told me I just started crying with him and we just got closer, I felt bad, he told me everything and I didn't tell him the truth about my stepmom, about my dad, about me. But it was for the best.
I don't understand how anyone could hate Chris, he's so funny, he's really cute, he's also kinda hot so I don't really know how you can hate someone because of their sexuality, they don't know him.
I felt like Chris and I just got closer and after that, he was all happy again. He then told me all everything he knew about this school, I don't know if he noticed, I don't really care, but he was finally happy and I wanted him to stay that way, even if it meant I had to listen to him go on about how Mrs Willver tried to screw a student in a supply closet, how Gretchen cheated on her boyfriend with her cousin, or how majestic Pablo Blue was.
For those who don't know, Pablo Blue is a senior and is known as the bad boy, the troublemaker, the punk, and, by most girls, their future husband. That's right, Pablo Blue was the beautiful Greek God with the beautiful face and body, everyone wanted him, but the
thing is, Pablo hated people. More than me actually (I know right? Isn't that hot?) And he was Italian, Italian. Can he get anymore dreamy?
The only problem is that everyone is scared of him, and because he hates people he usually just yells at everyone.
He sits behind me in one of my classes.
And that's what I spent my day doing, thinking about Pablo.
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When I got home my mom was passed out on the sofa, I cleaned the living room and made dinner for her (I'd regret it if I didn't) and made some for me as well, she told me I couldn't eat because she paid for everything and I can't touch her stuff. So I could survive by being sneaky or by getting a job (I'm too lazy to actually do the last one) I ate a little bit of leftover lasagna and was doing my homework when I suddenly got a text, it was from Chris. I don't even know how he got my number but I love this feeling, this feeling of being loved. I just hope it lasts.
Then I watched a bit of Tv and went to bed, thinking about Pablo, Christopher, my dad, the witch and Gretchen.
••Dream••
"Do you really think anyone could love you? Don't start having fantasies just because you have one friend, stop being a dumb bitch and grow up" Said the faceless man while beating me with a belt.
"When did you become so dumb? Just like your mother, I don't even know why your still alive, I'm pretty sure no one would miss you, die already you stupid slut!" Said the voice of my stepmother.
I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I couldn't even cry. You know why? The man currently beating me to death was my father.

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oooooh shit! Pretty scary nightmare don't you think?
Tell me what you thought about that guys!
I love you!!
Pic of my bruh Christopher on the side! :)