//Kenma's Point Of View//
I'm depressed. I don't know why. I feel like, like ugh! I'm sorry. I've never been able to express my feelings through words. I can only really express my feelings through photography and music but mostly photography. My parents have taken me to several therapists and psychologists but it always ends the same way. They only prescribe pills that don't do shit. And my parents get livid. You see, my parents are homophobic and I'm gay. Before I came out, my life was amazing but I still couldn't keep my 'gayness' inside so I made the tragic mistake of coming out. I still don't understand how they can be so two-faced. They will be the sweetest and kindest people you've ever met one minute, and the next they are batshit crazy spawns of Satan. Last night, my mom got drunk and picked a fight with my already pissed off and drunk dad. So I naturally locked myself in my dark grey painted room, picked up my phone and earphones, and blasted Unravel by: TK from Ling tosite sigure. After a couple songs and many tears shed, my dad barged into my room and the living crap out of me. He wreaked of old beer and cigarettes to the point my nose stung. But that wasn't a problem anymore as soon kicked my nose causing it to bleed. After a while my dad stopped, but before leaving my room, he said,
"Clean up your damn room!!! Patch up your nose because I swear that I will make your life a living hell if people start catching on what we do to you!!! You got that, you f*gg*t maggot?!"
I wish someone would just hold me close and tell me it's gonna be okay, but that wish is just a wish.
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Fanfiction//TRIGGER WARNING// This book talks about issues with mental health, self-abuse, homophobia, and depression. Please do not read if these topics bother you. Reader-discretion advised. //DESCRIPTION// Kenma had depression. His depression was caused b...
