A dark room. A quiet room. A lonely room. I walked through the door and down the stairs for breakfast. I walked into the doorless closet by the kitchen. Inside were crosses and pictures of men and women or god. I walked in crossed my heart and prayed.
"Momo you don't have to do that," my brother, Carlos, said.
"Yes I do dad will kill me if I don't," I said back.
"You can't pray your gayness away," he said chuckling a bit.
"Tell them that," I said finishing the prayer and crossing my heart again.
"I will," he said. This isn't real. He walked into the kitchen with me. He grabbed 2 bowls and the cereal box. I grabbed 2 spoons and the milk.
"So you and Stephanie," I paused swallowing some cereal, "again," I finished irritated. Stephanie was a light brown haired, dark brown eyed, white, tall, average sized girl. She cares about one thing. Sex.
"Yeah," he said with a sigh.
"I thought she was still dating Travis," I questioned. Travis is a cancer survivor. He is a bald, blue-eyed, tall, fit, guy.
"No, she said he was to 'soft'," he said with air quotes. No.
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RandomI looked down at the edge and felt all the air around me move. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. "Marco, don't do this!" he paused. I brought my head up a bit, "please don't," he finished as I looked at him deciding. He had tears in his eyes...
