Avery... has become my friend, my first friend in years.
My bully and his gang were beating my already broken body, calling me "fag" and other names that at this point, I was used to. I was coughing up blood, and about to pass out when a I heard people yelling and a familiar pair of blue eyes in front of my blurred vision.
It was strange.
He looked worried, and asked if I was alright. That threw me off a little, becuase he had no reason to worry about me. I just told him I was fine. But when I almost fell trying to stand, he insisted on helping me to my locker.
He immediately commented on how I was too light. He said, "Marcus, I can feel your ribs, and you can't possibly weigh more than ninety pounds. And those guys back there... they were calling you a fag. What's going on..?"
I almost didn't tell him, but...
The eyes.
It was the sadness in his eyes that made me tell him.
I let everything out: my family, my sexuality, everything.
Even my suicidal tendencies and cutting, which was super hard to do.
I started crying. Yes, Death, crying. Something I haven't done in years. I basically expected him to tell me I was disgusting at that point, be mad at me for hiding the fact that I'm gay.
But all he did was hug me and say, "It's okay. I'm gay too, you don't have to hide it from me." And the next thing he did surprised me even more.
Avery rolled up his sleeves and showed me a multitude of thin white lines crisscrossing over his wrists. "You're not alone," he told me.
Why is he so kind to me? I'm the last person on Earth who people would seem to care about, yet he goes out of his way to be my friend and help me.
Someone in this world actually feels like I have a right to live? Death, what is going on?
I didn't cut today.
I may not see you for a while, Death...
