One chapter stories

Story one: One way to go

This story is about Nick
Nick is 12 years old and lives in Manhattan.
Nick is developing special feelings for a guy, but his parents don't approve to his choice.

Narrator
Nick was sitting in his room when his mom bursts into his room. "Nick, get off your lazy ass and go do something!" She yelled. Then she walked away, with his phone. He was texting with his best friend. Finally telling her that he was gay, but he couldn't finish the text. After Nick finished his chores, they had dinner. His little brother kept on bugging him with gay jokes. " look at this Nick, it's a sausage, you like that, don't you". He was sick of it. A week later, his parents and brother left to go to a party, Nick was home alone. He finally told his friend, she was okay with it, and was happy he told her. She asked if she could come over, he said yes.

Nick's P.O.V
"Would you like something to drink?" I asked her. She nodded and asked for some soda. Since the only soda we have is Mountain dew, I poured two glasses and handed her one. "So, you wanted to talk?" I bluntly asked. She nodded again. "You know what your parents will do when you tell them, right?" She said concerned. I wanted to tell them, but I know that they will not approve. "I mean, look at what happened to your uncle Bob". "Han, please, I don't want to talk about it". "I do" she said. Discussing with Hannah? Not a chance. "Maybe another time, I don't want to ruin your mood" she said. "You already did, but thanks" I said, wiping away tears. After she left, I cleaned up so my parents would be happy with me. They didn't even notice.

Narrator
A week later, his dad didn't come back from work. It was 9PM when his mom came in with tears in her eyes. "He- he's...he was a part of a car crash....... He's in the hospital now...... Nick, can you drive me there?" The last time she talked to him was 2 weeks ago. The drove towards the hospital. While they were driving, his mom started explaining why they did all of the mean things.

Nick's P.O.V
She felt uncomfortable. No kidding, dad was always there when she needed him. "Nick, you know we don't mean it this way, right?" I already knew where this was going, another "it's not your fault or mine" monologue. No interruptions, just her explaining to me what's been bugging her. "Uncle Bob did not die because of us, you have to understand that". "Mhm, sure, he died because that house was just a little to high, or the rope a little too tight. Yeah, not because of you" i said. "Nick, stop it! That is not what happened at all!" "THEN WHAT HAPPENED MOM? IF THE STORIES YOU TOLD ME ARE LIES? Huh? What kind of mother are you?" It was quiet for a while. "Nick, please. "No mom, i'm done talking to you". I felt tears hurting my eyes like little needles. I was done, over, every thing. Gone. We sat in the hospital for a bit, and that is where i saw it. I hid away the knive under my shirt, and it was over. Done. Forever.

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Man, this was an emotional one for me. This is not a personal story.
Thank you for reading!