Faggot

Prologue

Garret Damien Carlson was born on July 28, 1991. Weighing 2.353 kilograms, he was an infinitesimal, scrawny little thing with astonishingly massive brown eyes and a remarkably evident reluctance to cease crying. For twelve hours after he was born, the nurses had desperately, frantically attempted in scurrying endeavors to terminate the agonizing noise, but no amount of cooing, rocking, feeding, burping, singing, and even, as a last resort, pleading could encourage the child to shut up.
As he grew, Garret proved to be an exceptionally high-maintenance boy; a tremendously fussy eater with a terrible habit of throwing whatever was within his minuscule arms' reach. He never seemed to be adequately satisfied, and was intolerably demanding. This was probably a very corrosive inclination to his father's decision to disown him after Mrs. Carlson's death.
He was three years old when he was expelled from his grief-ridden and deliriously infuriated dad's residence and sent to live in Brighton with his aunt and uncle. The couple was extraordinarily demeaning towards their new addition, as they had never been well-accustomed or prevailed towards children. The only reason they agreed to nurture the "ungrateful, obnoxious little prick" was because it was what his late mother would have desired, explained a particularly grueling and unpleasant Edward Belton, little Garret 's uncle, when queried by his acquaintances.
Mrs. Belton, Garret's officially acclaimed guardian, was equivalently curt, if slightly less blatantly hateful towards the toddler. The woman was unprecedentedly frail, considering her relatively fair age, and her nose was indisputably hooked at a gruesome angle, causing her to appear as though she was constantly smelling something repulsive.
The two composed a rather half-assed and uncompassionate performance of raising the child; Garret always seemed underfed,
and donned irrevocable bags withering below his eyes. He slouched, and spoke conserving an undermined stutter until he was eight, when he realized that the rest of the world wasn't as judgemental and idiosyncratic as his uncle and aunt.
At least, not yet.
For, at age nine, Garret was still an immaculately orthodox and unoriginal boy, not provoking any controversy or heinous thought. He was still "normal".
Of course, all of this changed when, four years later, he conceded to realizing that he had a crush.
On a boy.