So I watched Dunkirk three times and it gets better every time. But I think it would've been a little better with some character backgrounds. The characters I decided to do were Gibson, Tommy, and Alex.
Warning there are mentions of abuse, self har...
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I wanted to be an actor. Not a soldier. That's not what I signed up for. I remember all the times that Gibson and I hung out at Dunkirk. He was crying, depressed everyday when he found out his brother died. "What I want to show you," Gibson said as he took a small drink of his beer, "you can't tell anyone. I'll get in trouble for this." I nodded slightly confused. He rolled up his jacket sleeves and his arms were mangled in cuts. I gasped as I teared up. "Gibson, please don't do this, especially over your brother. Things will get better," I promised, though I lied. I didn't know if it was true. "Tommy, look at me. Things won't get better. I have to go into the fucking army-"
"I do too!" I interrupted. "You think everything evolves around you. News flash, it doesn't!" I got up as Gibson started tearing up. "Shit, Gibson. I didn't mean to say that.."
"Shut up! I hate you! I hate you! I fucking hate you!" Gibson screamed as he threw the rest of his beer on me. "Go fucking die!"
"Gibson, stop... you don't mean that." "Yes I fucking do! And to think I liked you!" "What do you mean?" He leaned in closer to me as he started to sob. "I've always liked you. Like more than a friend. I have these God awful urges that I can't control. And I just want to kiss you right now."
"So do it!" I yelled and he did. He grabbed my face and pulled me close as he kissed me deeply. And then it led to something more. I ended up making love to him, to show him that I loved him too. I touched him sensually in every way possible.
***
I went home later that day and my mom asked what was up. "I need to talk to you about something, mom." I sighed. I was going to tell her what happened. All of it.
"Mom, I think I'm gay... I kissed Gibson. I made love him to him and I liked it... a lot. I'm sorry."
She got up. "You're what?! I can't believe I raised such a disappointment!" I teared up. "Mom, I'm not a disappointment. I just like guys. So what? What's the big deal?" She started screaming and crying at me as she started packing my bags. "Out. Get out now!"
"W-What?" I stuttered out. "You hate me now?"
"You know being gay can get you killed!" My mom yelled. "It can't! No one knows!" "Just get out of my house and never come back!" "Where am I to go?!" I cried. She groaned as she grabbed my bags and brought them downstairs to the car. I watched, crying as she threw my bags into the car. I didn't know where I was supposed to go. But I knew that being gay was a crime now because my own mother hated me. I thought she was supposed to be there for me for everything. Apparently not.
My thoughts were killing my head as my mom drove me far away from the house. She wouldn't even look at me, let alone speak.
"Out."
"What?" I looked at her. "Out. Now. You're going in the military whether you like it or not. Now go and be glad that I'm not telling your father about this."
She got out of the car and threw my bags at me. And that was it. I had no choice. I had to start over my life. I had to leave Gibson with the mental state he was in. I had to leave everything.
