Freedom [Victuuri]

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~Yuuri Pov~

The halls were empty as usual.

Who wanted to come to school 20 minutes early anyway?

Me, that's who.

Ever since my parents found out that i was gay they began ignoring me and being rude and 'forgetting' to make me dinner.

So, here I am.

An Outcast, that fits only with shadows.

Not heard,not seen but known.

 That's the part that hurts most.

They know i'm there but they choose to ignore me anyway.

The only people that pay attention to me anymore are the bullies.

When they throw their homophobic remarks and retorts.

'When will it end?' i find myself thinking most nights, but the answer is never clear.

It's almost like freedom is right within grasp but it gets ripped before your very eyes.

I never liked anything about myself.

How i looked, how i acted.

i couldn't draw, or sing, or play an instrument like a lot of the other kids.

I used to skate. 

But that was a very long time ago...

Since then, i've either been working a part-time job, going to the school library or doing homework. Nothing to exciting.

I feel like that's why i'm a selective mute.

Shocker, i'm sure.

Not that i have the need to talk anyway.

My job at a coffee shop making drinks at a machine doesn't require any talking.

I know sign language, and a lot of the people that come into the coffee shop now sign language too, so that makes this a little easier i guess.

Well, This is how my story begins...

(238 Words)