Nate Benton

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AN: PLEASE READ THIS OR ELSE YOU WONT UNDERSTAND!!!!! this is a tribute story. I'm using an OC's name but it's a tribute to this boy who was like a brother to my best friend and he was under extreme bullying. One day he had had enough and committed suicide. Today is close to the anniversary so I'm writing this as a tribute. So remember if you ever see someone with scars on their wrist or someone being bullied help them please hello them. If you are that person I want you to know that you are loved. I know from first and second hand experiences how much bullying can change a person so please take note of this story and remember that no matter what you are loved. BTW trigger warning. This story will also be written like diary. I don't know if he was gay but he is an OC and it worked better with the story.
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Nate's POV

Dear diary,
Today was as terrible as usually the bullying have been getting worst. Mom has been trying to help but it's not working. She tries really hard and I love her for it, but she just doesn't understand. Anyway I have to go.
Signed,
Nate Benton

I signed out of my online diary and opened the drawer getting out my razor. I've been trying to stop but when Matt Sloan grabbed my wrist today he saw the scars and then he proceeded to beet me up.

Flash Back

"Hey Nate! Where ya going?" Matt said looking at me with hate in his eyes. Why did this always happen to me?! "Matt I'm going home can't you just leave me alone?" I begged him but he didn't listen. He grabbed my wrist but my sleeve had been slightly lifted. He took one look at the scars and looked at me in disgust saying, "You are disgusting. A fag like you doesn't deserve to live. Why don't you take that knife of yours and push a little deeper. Huh?" He said all this while kicking me repeatedly over and over again.
End of Flashback

I bared my wrist sliced it deeply. The pain made me feel alive and helped me escape reality. That's why I read too. "Nate!" I glanced up and saw one of my best friend Micheal standing in the doorway with tears in his eyes, "Nate. You would try. For me." I looked up at him crying, "I really have tried." I sobbed out. He ran over to me and hugged me hard. "Micheal I'm so sorry. I really tried it just got to much a-and" I stuttered he just shushed me and hugged me until I fell asleep.

Time Skip to the weekend--------------------------------

Micheal's POV

      Today I was going to ask out the love of my life. Nate. I'm not doing this to hurt. No I love him with all my heart and I just hope he feels the same way.

      I walked over to to Nate's house and knocked on the door. "Micheal! How are you?" Mrs. Benton said. "I'm do great Mrs. Benton thanks for asking. Is Nate here?" She looked at me with worry in her eyes saying, "Yes. He's in his room but he's locked himself in." "It's alright I think I can get to him." I replied.

"Nate? It's me, Micheal. I need to tell you something I've been wanting to tell you for awhile." I said. "Is it that you hate me because I'm a fag? Because if so you don't have to tell me because I already know, so just leave me alone." He sobbed out. I started to cry. Was that what he really thought? I had to tell him now or else he might do something worse to himself. Awhile a ago I got a lock picking set and learned how to pick a lock. That's how I got into his room, and now I'm gonna do the same here.

"Micheal?!" I heard him yell at me sounding slightly angry, but I didn't care. I ran over to him and through the knife to the side kissing him. He looked up at me through his tears and seemed to smile.

Time Skip to 10 years later------------------------

Nate's POV

Dear Diary,

It has been 10 years since I have last written and now things are different. I am married to the love of my life and I have a loving family. I still feel a little sad at times but now I know that no matter what there will always be someone there that loves.

Signed,
Nate Benton

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AN: I hope this really spoke to you guys and that you always know that you are loved and cherished. So stay safe!

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