A child named Sky had always worn "girl" clothes, had "girl" hair, he even wore makeup— apparently only girls could do that. In his small town, his world, this was a sin, it was unforgivable. So every day he was subdued by bullying. This child was bullied by everyone, kids at school, shopkeepers, his siblings, and even his parents. Sky had often thought of ending it all, everyone would be fine with this, in fact, they'd support this. No one would miss him, yet . . . He never took his life. He never listened, he wouldn't change for anyone.
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Sky was 15 now. As normal he was bruised from all the beatings he received. On one seemingly normal day, Sky was trapped in an alley by two bullies—this was normal. As the bullies beat on Sky they spat, "you're a freak" , "unnatural" , "Faggot" , "trans boy" , "just die". Now you may be asking, why doesn't he fight back? Fighting back entertained the bullies further, and made them fight harder. Sky fought back at one point, but stopped soon after. He just listened to the hurtful phrases the two hissed at him, not once responding with words. "Why don't you ever fight back? Why don't you respond? Are you deaf? Weak? A coward?" One bully said, pulling away for a moment. "Well..you see uh...it's give you and your friend more u-uh incentive to hurt me...?" Sky whimpered out to the two. The other asshole smirked at this, and pulled out a switchblade. "Let's see if girly-boy reacts to this~" he said with a wretched laugh.
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A scream echoed through the town. No one cared though, they knew who it came from. They all did, yet no one gave one a single shit. They never did.
On this day, poor Sky lost his right eye.
