Somewhere Between

Prologue

Laying in a bed hundreds of miles away from home, Kieran stared up into an empty, worn down, cracked ceiling. His mind wondered through his already broken head, trying to remember the thoughts that once made him happy, but it was no use as his head was already filled with the sadness and hate that had caused him to lose the only thing that made him smile through his gray life.

As the walls around him turned and the emptiness inside of his stomach gave off a feeling of fired anguish, his attention was turned to voices from outside of the room. His eyes opened as the hidden feelings returned to the back of his head.

Behind the door two shadows appeared under the crack and as they mumbled out of respect for the people sleeping around them Kieran started to make out words from the their conversation.

"Sammy are you going to want this lamp for your house?" Kieran heard his uncle Greg say.

"Dad we've been over this, I told you I don't want that gay ass lamp in my house." Sam replied clearly annoyed with his dad.

"Why? It'd go great in that "gay" basement of yours." Greg said sarcastically, followed by chuckling.

"Look who's talking, I've gotten more tail in that basement than you've gotten your entire life." Sam fired back, said out of assured confidence.

"Fat ugly bitches don't count Sam."

Blocking the rest of the conversation from his mind Kieran turned onto his side as his nose brushed up against the cool wall. Slowly he pressed his forehead against the flowered wallpaper as a tear ran down his red cheek. Taking his head off of the wall he pulled back and put it back onto the wall, this time with more force making a small thud that echoed through the cabin. As both of his eyes watered the tears began to overflow running down his face from his left and right. Repetitively he began to hit his head on the wall harder and harder each time until the pain overcame throughout his head.

Laying back onto his back he felt a small warm stream run from his forehead down the ridge of his nose and onto his upper lip. Staring back up at the empty ceiling once again he muttered words under his breath. "How can I even feel like a real person when my entire lifestyle is thought of as an insult?"

His question silently sat in the darkness unanswered, as he grabbed a nearby kleenex and tightly held it over his forehead. The kleenex quickly filled with blood but Kieran could care less about the pain, for now his mind was focused on something else. It was focused on how he could show Sam that his life was no less important than his, that it wasn't just a joke.