I woke up on Ryan's bed. Ryan was sitting in a chair just starring at me.I stood up, Immediately feeling weak. Ryan quickly got up and held me.
"Don't touch me you faggot!" I yelled. He released me. "What the hell did they do to you?" He said a look of sorrow took over his eyes.
I ran out of Ryan's room and went into the master bathroom. I locked the door. And stared at my reflection in the floor length mirror. I became a monster. My stomach was sunk in, exposing my rib cage. There were burn marks all over my body. There was the image of a cross branded across my chest. And they branded words like "I am not gay." And "I will never turn to that lifestyle again." I had huge black circles under my eyes and crusted bloody lips. I looked as if I've lost a substantial amount of weight. I wanted to cry so bad but all of my tears were dried up.
I took one of Nicole's many tubes of lipstick and began to write on the mirror.
"Leave the coffin open when I go.
Leave my pearls and lipstick on so everybody knows.
Pretty will be the photograph I leave.
Laying down on famous knives so everybody sees.
Bleach out all the dark
I'll swallow each peroxide shot.
Someone I know will love and save me from my self."
I slathered the rest of the lipstick on my lips.
"Aren't I so pretty?"
"The prettiest."
"I have to do this don't I?"
"Yes." My reflection said.
I then grabbed the white drapes handing in front of the window and pulled them off. I turned the steel trash can over and stepped on it. I wrapped the drapes around the ceiling fan then proceeded to wrap it around my neck. "Forgive me Ryan." I said then tipped over the trash can.
My legs began to flail around and my eyes felt as if they were going to bulge out of their sockets. After a couple of seconds I began to calm down. I could feel the life drifting out of my body. Darkness crept over my body more and more until I was consumed by it.
My final act in life will be by my own hands to do.
I'll be your princess die and die with you.
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This will be the final chapter. It was so hard to write. But there it was. Hope you enjoyed the story.
By the way the suicide note was lyrics from lady GaGa's song Princess die.
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The Gay Christian
Teen FictionBeing brought up in a Christian home I've always been taught being homosexual was a sin. And that if you were gay you would go to hell. This is a story showing the battle between being gay and being Christian.
