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I 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...

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Go Away

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by losergirl0

by losergirl0

                                    
                                              (Luke's P.O.V)
                          Marco let me hold him while he cried, but once he stopped he kept pushing me away. His pushing me away only made me angrier. If I can't hold him how am I supposed to comfort him?
                          "Marco?" I called checking to see if he was still OK. He didn't answer so I opened my bedroom door. He was sitting on my bed messing with the him of the shirt I let him borrow.
                          "Go away," he said softly. I knew he was hurting. I wanted to hold him. Every time I came in here he would push me away and hide.
                          "Please let me help-"
                          "I don't need your help."
                          "I just want to help you feel better."
                          There was a silence that seemed to rip through me. I looked at him. He seemed deep in thought and hopeless. I looked at his eyes. Just because it's different doesn't mean it's useless. I said that as a compliment. After the hospital and school I felt like I was no help. Like I had just ruined everything. Our friendship, my life, his life, and the love he might have felt towards me before.
                          "I can't do it," he said breaking the silence.
                          "Can't do what?" I asked. My heart was racing.
                          "I can't testify," his words broke me.
                          "Why?"
                          "He was right, he was always right."
                          "Who was right, Marco?"
                          "Him, my dad. He was right about me being a worthless fag, he was right about me never meaning anything, he was right about me killing my brother."
                          "You didn't do that Marco."
                          "If I had never come out he would never had taken me to Pride, he would still be alive."
                          "Marco-"
                          "He was right that I am a whore, a faggot, a worthless, idiotic, naive, pathetic-"
                          "MARCO!" my outburst made him jump.
                          "I hurt everyone I love," he started to cry. The tears fell like they'd been waiting to fall.
                          "Marco you never hurt anyone, she killed herself, your brother was killed by some stupid people who thought their faith was more important than a life."
                          "No, I did it," he seemed confused. Irritated. It seemed like he was trying to give himself closure by blaming himself.
                          "You can't blame yourself for being gay-"
                          "I'm not gay...not anymore."
                          "You can't just-"
                          "I just did," he got up and walked past me. He went to the door before I could stop him. He was gone before I knew it.