Pain and Love Comes in Many Forms

Chapter Four

I didn't want to show up, my eyes were puffy as hell, and I felt like I could break down every second.

Still, here I was.

As soon as I entered, I felt a weird vibe coming from everyone, as if they were glaring at me.

The intensity just kept getting higher as I made way to my locker. Then, I realized what was going on.

Written in bright, pink, bolded letters:

Fag

She told?

No, no. It wasn't her.

I felt Heather run up, "Ethan? You okay? I swear I didn't-"

"I know it wasn't you." I got out, getting my things from my locker, ignoring her as I walked.

Who figured it out?

Who spread it?

I just kept walking to my first hour, seeing Jack sitting at his desk, on his phone, girls around him.

"Hey, Jack, do you know what's with all the-"

"Who are you talking to faggot?" He spat at me.

I took a step back, "what the hell a-"

"You have a crush on my too? So fucking gross."

"Jack, wh-"

"I love next door, your wally think I couldn't hear you go on an on? You disgust me. Why don't you go fucking kill yourself?"

The girls pitched in.

"Go die!"

"No one wants you hear."

"Fag!"

"Faggot!"

"Gay shit!"

I wanted to throw up.

How could Jack do this?

I backed up, leaving the classroom and walking back toward the front.

"Ethan!"

"What?" I snapped, Heather having finally caught up.

"I promise-"

"It was Jack. I should've known."

"What?"

"Apparently he has a thing against gay guys."

I walked out of school that day, staying home the next five school days.

When I got back, they wouldn't stop, they kept attacking me.

I was pushed down stairs, kicked, spat on, everyone saying I needed to die.

Heather was there for me, but everything seemed to just be pointless.

Everything

Just so pointless.

My mom couldn't help, she was planning a funeral and I just-

I ca-

Why not make it two funerals?

I snapped.

I didn't want to be here anymore.

They want me dead?

Fine!

There's no point in being here!

"Nobody wants me!