The Gays Strike Back

The Couple Next Door

It was just an ordinary day in regular old America. Out flags hung everywhere. Wardrobes screaming with bright colours. Sidewalks that look like they should be in the sky. Everything gleaming with 7 same specific colours. 300 years ago everything was different, the world hated us; everyone hated our kind, that was until we took over. We changed everything. There used to be this couple next door, but now they're gone. Even if I think about them the tears break free, even more followed in an unbroken stream. But not even the steady stream of liquid trickling down my face could save them. After all, what they did was illegal, they deserved to be punished, it was their own fault in the end.

That day, I had switched on my TV just like any other day; my favourite show was on, The Gay Housewives of New York, I'd been obsessed with that show ever since I can remember and I still am! I grabbed my favourite bag of skittles as I proceeded to glare at the pixelated screen across my room. But, that day wasn't normal, everything felt different, the rainbows didn't seem as bright anymore. It felt as if a million acrobats were somersaulting around my stomach. Beads of sweat formed across my forehead and slid down my face, one trickling down my nose and dripping down into the rainbow that I clenched in my hand. I knew what was coming today and as I thought about the couple next door my heart bounced out of my chest. I glanced across the room to where was juvenilia was hung, a painting, it reminded me of them, it always has.

All day my stomach felt as if it was going to explode. My heart was banging out of my chest and my hands were constantly clammy. Whenever a car drove past my heart stopped and I was only taking light, silent breaths. I knew they were coming, but not when. I guess I should've warned them, then everything would've been okay. But I did what was right; I'm not proud of it, but I was right. What they did was wrong, a sin infact, it was illegal so everything they got, they deserved it. All the pain, all the torture, everything, it was their own fault. I guess I should've stopped them, it would've saved all the trouble, all the tears, all the pain.

That day I knew it was coming, I work for the local police, but I didn't go in that day, I knew what would happen. The time finally came, hearing the haunting rev of the engine brought my heart to a stop, I couldn't breath, I couldn't think, I couldn't do anything but sit and wait, frozen with fear. In the corner of my eye I saw them clinging to each other, tears streaming down their faces. Fear conspicuous in their eyes. The tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down my face. I feel the muscles of my chin tremble like a small child and I look away from their window, to try and numb the pain, to try and numb the pain in my chest. The next thing that I knew was that I could hear blood-curdling screams. They ran straight through me and my heart shattered.

Everything was televised; it was traumatising. I watched it, I knew I shouldn't have, I knew it would make everything worse. It was on TV, for the whole of America to see. All the children, all the teenagers, all the adults, all elders. Everyone saw it. Everyone was affected by it. When I heard the crack, it crushed my soul. Their lifeless bodies hanging there will always be tattooed into my mind. Their eyes, wide open and filled with fear. Their faces moistened with tears. Their hands grasped together, spending their last moments together. Her lips gently parted, revealing her pearly white teeth, reflecting against the beaming sun. His lips gently pressed together while revealing a terrified frown. This wasn't right, something had to be done about this. Someday, we will make everything right.