"So how was school honey?" We were all sitting at the dinner table and I was stabbing the steak mom made. Everyone looked around and stared at me with serious concern. I looked through my midnight black hair and saw that they were looking at me. Judging me. I stabbed harder and harder with every thrust. I hate them. They are always judging and kicking me around. I finally gave up and slammed my fist on the table with the fork flying across the table nearly missing my little brother. Everyone at the table jumped back startled by my behavior and the intense waves of violence coming from all around me. This is a typical dinner night at the Anderson household. I ran upstairs avoiding my mothers shouts and went into my room. I slammed the door behind me and since this behavior was common, The doorknob had already fallen off and was literally hanging by a "thread". There were cracks and dents all in my door which made it difficult to close. But with my force, the door surprisingly shut. I grabbed a razor from desk and lifted my sleeve. The scars of the past cuts shown in red all over my wrist and arm. I forcefully slit my wrist and watched the blood drip from my wrist onto the carpet floor. I smiled and looked at my phone that was ringing. It was him. Ethan.
My name is Damon Anderson, and this is the story of my gay emo love affair.
