Short Stories/Poems

I'm Fine pt. 2

My name's Arron Bailey. I'm am writing this on May 10 of 2017...tonight me and Patrick are probably going to die. Here's why.

In September of last year, I started sophomore year of high school..year 10, only two to go. I noticed a really shy and shadow like boy in 3 of my classes. He never spoke, and hid his face with long black curls. I often watched him run out of class holding his nose. People around me would say "Looks like Mr. Nose Bleed is at it again." Then laugh. As if his personal problem was a huge joke to them. I took no notice to their bickering. But payed close attention to 'Mr. Nose Bleed'.

After observation over a course of several days, I found..he is very lonely. He sits alone, and he never...ever...speaks. If he has, very softly. I noticed he needed.. someone. So I decided to sit across from him at lunch. I smiled, and didn't say a word. I wanted him to be the first to open up. I knew that was best. So I ate quietly, and if I caught his glance, I'd smile and not budge him to talk. This went on for a couple weeks. But that was okay.

Now a month has passed, he would look at me as I sat across from him. I didn't push him to speak, instead smiled back. And if he didn't want to talk, I would stay silent. I was just letting him know, I am there and I am aware of him. And I wanted him to warm up to me, before we spoke.

Another month, and we are having full conversations with one another. I learn, very quickly, he is quite funny. And has so much to say. I respond  laughing, and engaging in his words. We start walking to and from school everyday, and he later tells me why he never shows his arms and legs. He has an abusive father. I told him he did not have to rush, and that if anything, I am there. And I will help with any, and everything, I could.

Another month, and we have hung out in each other's house's, his only if his father was gone. One day, while at mine, he told me this "I trust you...so can I show you something?" We are laying on my floor, and we're talking about movies, so I was confused. I sat up and said "Of course." He stood, in front of me..and slowly took off his shirt. Revealing cuts, bruises, and bandages surrounding his torso. I sat in complete awe. Unable to say a word. He held his arms up to his chest in embarrassment, and I saw the redness of his cheeks. I stood up and hugged him tightly.

I'll skip to 5 months...and he has changed so greatly. His hair is now out of his face, and cut only slightly shorter. We now know each other so well..better then we know our own selves. Nearing the 6 month mark, I decided to come out to him. I told him that no one knows I'm gay, only him. He said he was okay with it...but I know he wasn't just 'okay with it' For a solid minute, we stayed silent, some how glued to each other's eyes. Somehow I made myself kiss him. I don't know how, but I did. And that's when his dad came storming in. He saw us kissing, and practically threw me out of the house. I didn't see him for almost a month.

8 months, we both can't take hididng it. Patrick's dad has caught us multiple times, and beat him. I can't stand watching anymore. The very last time he caught us, he said "If I ever catch you two doing this nasty shit ever again, you're both dead."

So here we are. We're both sitting in his room, waiting for his father. We both know what's going to happen, so we are making the best of what has happened. All I can say in these last few minutes...I have truly met someone so rare...so pure. Someone who fights. Someone who cares without needing too. Someone who finally loves me. Someone I finally love. It only took patience. And determination.

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