I like Isak, and Nora

"Not heterosexual enough"

Paul

That morning, and the next one, and the other... All the mornings of my life...

I woke up, as usual at 8 AM in the morning. Showered. Picked up a pink Shirt and a pair of black jeans with a brown belt and brown shoes.

I then took my watch and went to the kitchen for breakfast. My toast with hummus and smoked tofu tasted great. I added a bit of sugar to my milk and went out via the front door.

I then said bye to my cat while she ignored me and turned my headset on. I then played Clara's favorite song «Better off Dead» and left.

It took me 10 minutes to notice. A white van was following me. I called 911 using Bluetooth and they told me that nothing could be done. I then thought on calling Nora but she was probably asleep so I took the easy way out and called Clara:

- Hey Clara I need help -I said immediately
- Help with what, with Isak's eyes?
- There is a white van following me.
- You are an exaggerated
- Look, maybe I am. Maybe not but I am scared. What do I do.
- Leave the phone on, if something happens I am a valid witness.

So that is what I did. Left the call on and kept on riding to school. I didn't saw anything. Only felt it and heard that asshole saying it

- Die, Die you fucking faggot -He screamed as he smashed my bike with his car and then I remembered my dad's words that morning. «Are you sure about that shirt? You don't look heterosexual enough»

I don't remember much more. The feeling of the van crashing onto my back wheel, the moment when I fell into the floor and then... Then I felt my bones cracking. First he went for my arm. He was carrying a wrench and he surely knew how to use it. Then he went for my leg. Then he went for my stomach.

It took me too long to react. I managed to grab his arm eventually and defended myself but he used his other arm to break it.

- So Isak, do you want to play? Don't grab my arm norwegian boy. -He said
- My... -I tried to say while I got smashed again- My name is Pa... -another hit- My name is Paul

He then stopped. Took his phone and took a picture of my face. As I couldn't react he dragged me through the floor into the bushes.

- Fuck, I got the wrong faggot -he screamed- well, one less faggot is one less to care about. That Isak guy was lucky today. I guess David will still pay me though.

I then figured out everything. He wanted to  kill Isak, not me. And he was getting payed for it. He then took out his phone and called 911.
- Hey, I got to see a bear on the road to Erith. I just wanted to inform. I haven't seen anything else though.

Was I going to die there? I wasn't even gay. A pink shirt made someone believe I was gay. I was going to die because of a pink shirt. The white van eventually left and I pushed my bike into the road. With the little energy I still had I started crying and I nearly fell asleep. Then I saw it.

First a bit of blonde hair, then a voice calling emergencies. Then the same voice shouting. Then his footsteps. Then his breakdown. Then my voice screaming for help. After... After everything went dark.

Phew, that was tough wasn't it? Unfortunately it is not a false story. It is the story of thousands of guys who suffered LGTBfobia even though some weren't even LGTB, since naming someone who is LGTB is dangerous this goes for all people who died because of AIDS and for everyone who had to attend the funeral. As a friend of mine sais, the victim of a crime does not suffer, does not sleep on an alone bed, does not write a message to an old number telling him/her to buy groceries. If you are LGTBQ+ please, if you get attacked say it. The world will be a better place if we start imprisoning those that attack someone for being LGTBQ+, let's make Paul not to suffer from this again.