I'm hurting, Death.
I refused to go to Church today.
Of course, that made my family mad. My father beat me, my older sister said horrible things, and mother beat me and called me names.
My mother is the worst of the three.
But in the end, they decided that it would be better for me to stay home. Didn't want my "faggot germs" spreading around the church anymore.
They locked me in the room, Death. The hateful room.
It's so dark and cold... I huddled beneath my blanket in an effort to keep myself warm.
Why am I so wrong to them? Why couldn't I just have a family who doesn't hate me for who I am?
But it's okay. I know why.
You know, all that's keeping me from killing myself is the thought of getting to see my only friend and crush at school tomorrow.
Avery. He's done so much for me.
I may be falling too hard for my own good, but...
I think I'm going to stick around for a while.
Wait for me, please.
Okay, Death?
