Shattered Inside Out

Little Gay Boy

The bruises still sore from being beathen once more. the word Faggot, still wrung in his ears. Screaming out he dropped to his knees. Praying that something will take him away, to remove him from this punishment. eyes swollen and bruised he looked at his dresser, at the top stood a small picture frame. His mother smiling, and brave. All of her hair still on her head and veins not showing through her skin. She was his gardian Angel, his strength but now she was gone. She Understood, and said that no matter what she loved him. But why, why did she have to go? she had done nothing bad in her life, her only mistake was staying with his father. The cold hearted drunk. She paid for that, with every beating, and each night what could only be considered rape. She didnt deserve this death. Stumbling he tried to get to his feet, to hold her picture. but his broken rib caused him to buckle to the ground, Faggot wrang thro his ears once more, its your fault shes gone, echoed thro his head. Remembering the look of his fathers face when he burst thro the door. He knew it was risky, but he needed to be held, when his lover had heard the news he had rused right over. He knew that he should of told him to stay away his dad would be back soon. But he couldn't get the words out thro all the tears. His lover held him and walked him to the couch, holing him tight telling him that he was't alone that shes better now. He was sobbing so hard, he didnt hear his father stumble inside untill the shatter of glass of a bottle being chucked at the wall. You fucking faggot how dare you come into my house he hollared in a drunking slur. His lover now white with terror slowly turned to look. His father jumped at tried to hit his lover, but tripped over the rug. Run he yelled pushing his lover towards the back door, but his father was up and grabbed his kneck. Anger boiled inside when he saw his fathers hands around the only thing he loved left on this earth. Not thinking he grabbed a empty bottle that was on the floor, thro tears he sreamed and smashed it over his fathers head. The glass shattered and hiis hand fell from his lovers kneck, allowing him to run to the door. Shaking he looked at his father now kneeling holding a cut on his head. You bitch he bellowed, you faggot i will kill you .His father tackled him on the floor, punvh after punch he yelled you fucking faggot, its your fault shes dead, its all your fault. You killed her, you and your ungodly ways. You killed her, you killed your own mother! Later he woke on the floor, his father passed out drunk on the couch, he drug himself into his room holding back screams, Looking up he saw his mothers picture. So broken and lost he thought that it was his fault god killed his mother.. Standing up with what strengh he had left, he looped his sheet over the bar in his closet. With one last look at his mothers picture he kicked the crate out from under his feet. A boy onlt the age of 15 hung in his closet facing his gardian angel who died of cancer that afternoon before.