I walked into school, now feeling lower than ever. It's amazing how those three words, seemed to have completely destroyed my vibe. I didn't even know who that kid was, why was he calling me a fag?
I walked into first hour with my eyes staring down. Big mistake! Iran smack into Ashton. The stereotypical popular, jock he was.. I mentally rolled my eyes.
I suddenly crashed to the ground. Ow!
"Watch where you're going, faggot!" He yelled, and there was laughter galore. I just went to my seat, luckily I wasn't tripped. I proceeded with a day filled with emotional torment.
*******
7 hours later
I walked in and just let the tears fall. Unfortunately, loud sobs came with it. What did I do? Suddenly my phone went Ding!
It was Alex.
"Hey." He replied several hours ago, possibly when I messaged him this morning.
"How are you??" I sent.
I clicked the screen off. I continued to sob.
People like me... Can we really handle this? This is only gonna get worst... My pessimistic thoughts were swarming. So I decided to just reach over my bed and grab my laptop.
I powered it on and went on Facebook. 42 notifications?! I clicked the tiny globe icon. All of them were posts on my wall and things I'd been tagged in. It was all very insulting.
"Get back in the closet"
"Ha! Gay!"
"You're disgusting!" I closed the lid very slowly. After mere moments I burst into tears.
"No!" I kept saying as the posts ran through my head. Everlasting nightmares replaying that would torture me for the rest of my life.
My phone went Ding!
"Let's not worry about how I am at the moment..." Sent 4 minutes ago.
"Hello?" Sent 3 minutes ago.
"Jay?" Sent 2 minutes ago.
"Oh, sorry." I sent.
"It's okay... What has been happening at school?!" He asked.
"...Nothing" I sent hastily.
"Jay, quit lying. I saw your Facebook... I'm sorry. I thought if I just told a few of my friends you like me it wouldn't hurt... But, I guess I was wrong... 😥" he apologized.
"Not your fault i'm a disgusting, faggot!" I sent instantly and clicked off my phone. I went into the bathroom.
No. My subconscious was saying. Yes the rest of me said.
I fumbled around in the cabinet for a shaving razor. I pulled out the razor and rolled down my sleeves.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 cuts.
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