Love: Fighting Depression(boyxboy)

Love

Fighting Depression

Prologue

I saw the fist coming before he knew he was going to throw it. The consequence of having a homophobic family is that your parents and siblings beat you for it. He punched me in the jaw, sending me flying towards a wall, hitting it with a thud, and hearing bones crack.

This has been this way for 4 years now, when I came out to everybody… It didn’t go the way I planned.

First, my family rejected me, calling me a disgrace and trying to bring me to church to purify me, or as I call it, torturing me until I turn into a mindless human shell that obeys my controlling parents to no extent.

“Fag,” my brother sneered, glaring at me from the couch as I bled from my mouth.

I struggled to get up and go to my room, but my sister had come. She got her purse and smacked me with it, smiling evilly and snickering.

“Why don’t you go and live somewhere else faggot? You’re going to infect us with your gayness,” she said venomously.

“Just leave me alone,” I muttered, slowly rising up to go to my room, a safe haven from everyone.

She gasped sarcastically and yelled, “DAD! HE SAID I WAS BEING ANNOYING!”

He came over and kicked me in the side, then grabbing me, picking me up, going to the front door, and throwing me outside, onto the sidewalk.

“You can come back when you’ve gotten rid of your disease,” he said the last word with an evil grin. I crawled only a few feet, when I blacked out from the loss of blood and the beating I had been given.

I woke up, seeing a bright, white light hanging above my head, doctors were around me, talking to my family, who were yelling.

I couldn’t hear anything, because my ears were ringing to loud for me to hear.

I laughed because my mum and dad’s face’s were so red from the yelling, and my siblings were fake crying.

I yelled, “They’re liars, they did this.”

And laughed through the entire thing, before a nurse came to me, stuck something sharp in my arm, and I blacked out again.

I woke up again to find myself moving this time, I was on one of those… What were they called? Gurdies or some crap. All the doctors looked INCREDIBLY worried, which cracked me up for some reason.

I said, “You guys look so stupid.”

I still couldn’t hear anything, so I kept on laughing until a bright light consumed my vision, when it faded I saw myself in the room from before.

“Am I in a hospital?” I said, dazed, but shocked I could hear again.

“Yes,” said a woman, standing in the doorway, she smiled at me, and I looked at her confused.

“Don’t worry, those people won’t touch you ever again,” she said, reassuring me, seeing the panic rising in my face when I figured out that I was okay and functioning, probably going back there.

I sighed in relief, she came over and sat down next to me, “So… You’re Eden?”

“Yeah,” I muttered, what’s this woman doing here?

“Oh, and why I’m here… You’re family has been charged with child abuse, and… If you want… You can be adopted by me,” she said with a nervous smile.

I looked at her shocked… Adopted?

“A-Adopted?” I asked, she nodded slowly, as if I would say no if she was to eager.

Freedom, was the only word I could hear in my head.

“Yes!”