The Ballad Of Brallon ~ Rewrite~

Goodbye Brallon

*warning homophobic content do not read if you think you'll get offended*

Dallons pov:

Tonight was probably the best night I've ever had. Growing up being gay made it impossible to make friends. I was teased, made fun of, and beat up. I had to hide who I really was. My parents had treated as though I wasn't their child. Music was my only escape back then. And, now I'm playing in my favorite band, and fucking the man of my dreams. How could this night be any more perfect.

I tried being quick and quiet running back to my suite. Suddenly I hear somebody say my name behind me. I turn around to see a very drunk Ian stumble towards me. "I fuggin knew ya were faggut. So when di choo start fuggin Brenon? Freak!" Mumbled ian. "Please don't tell anyone I promise I'll do anything you want," says Dallon scared. "No I don wan anythin from you faggut azz. You nee to die you fuggin homo," Ian threatened. "Please don't do this," Dallon stepped back, "please don't hurt me. How about we sit down so I can get you a glass of water, maybe some ibuprofen." "I don nee shid from you. I'll ged aid. Bu I am gon bead yo azz tu deaf," Ian says running towards Dallon.

I run down the hallway yelling, "help" but everyone is either asleep or just think I'm a drunk. I turn around and see Ian a few steps behind me stumbling and chasing after me. I find doors leading to the stairs. I start running down the stairs. I check to see how far behind Ian is and all of a sudden I lose my footing falling face first onto the steps and I start tumbling farther down till everything goes black.

Ians pov:

I stop running once Dallon starts falling. I go check to see what happened and he has bruises and cut all over his body and blood is gushing from his head. Oh shit I gotta get out of here so no one thinks I did this. But the little faggot had it coming and he's going to hell because of it.