If You Can't Hang... ↮ muke (BOYXBOY)

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MICHAEL RAN A FEW BLOCKS UP AWAY FROM HIS HOUSE AND SAT ON THE CURB PULLING OUT A PACK OF CIGARETTES WITH A NERVOUS HAND. HIS EMOTIONS AND MIND WAS RUNNING WILD. HE WAS MOSTLY CONFUSED AND LOST.

LUKE ALMOST RAN PAST MICHAEL. "MICHAEL?" HE BREATHED IN DISBELIEF. HE COULDNT BELIEVE THAT THE RUMORS WERE TRUE. BUT THEN HE SAW THE TEARS RUNNING DOWN HIS BEST FRIENDS FACE. "MIKEY." HE SAID IN A SOFTER VOICE SITTING DOWN WITH HIM AND ENGULFING HIM IN A TIGHT HUG.

AFTER LUKE LET MICHAEL CRY IN HIS ARMS HE BEGAN TO ASK WHAT WAS WRONG. "YOU." MICHAEL SAID SMASHING HIS LIPS ONTO LUKES.

IT WAS WAY BETTER THAN WHAT HE HAD IMAGINED IN HIS MIND SO MANY FUCKING TIMES. MICHAEL FELT SO WARM AND TINGLY DESPITE THE COLD WINTER AIR.

LUKE PUSHED MICHAEL OFF STANDING UP. LUKE WAS CONFUSED AND COULDNT EVEN THINK BEFORE THE WORDS BEGAN POURING OUT HIS MOUTH. "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK YOU FUCKING GAY PATHETIC FAGGOT! DO NOT EVER TALK TO ME OR LOOK AT ME AGAIN YOU ARE DISGUSTING." HE YELLED WALKING AWAY.

MICHAEL COULDNT BRING HIMSELF TO COMPREHEND WHAT HAD HAPPENED. HE COULD FEEL HIMSELF BREAKING APART INSIDE OUT AS LUKES WORDS REPEATED THEMSELVES IN HIS MIND.

MICHAELS MIND WAS SPINNING. HIS BREATHING WAS IRREGULAR.

GAY PATHETIC FAGGOT.

THE WORDS CUT WORSE THAN ANYTHING. MICHAEL COULD FEEL THE TEARS PRICKLING AT HIS EYES. HE ANGRILY WIPED THEM AWAY BEFORE THEY COULD FALL. HE MADE HIS WAY BACK TO HIS HOUSE. CALUM HAD THANKFULLY LEFT. THERE WAS A NOTE FROM CALUM THAT MICHAEL DIDNT BOTHER TO READ.

MICHAEL FOUND HIMSELF PULLING AT HIS HAIR, HIS SCREAMS TURNING INTO SOBS. HIS BODY SULKING DOWN THE WALL. HE WANTED NOTHING MORE THAN TO BE DEAD. HE COULDNT GO ON LIVING LIKE THIS. LIKE A GAY PATHETIC FAGGOT WHO WAS IN LOVE WITH A BOY WHO FELL IN LOVE WITH EVERYONE BUT HIM.

*** TRIGGER WARNING ( YOU MOST DEFIANTLY DO NOT HAVE TO READ THIS)***

HIS PALE, FRAGILE BODY FOUND ITS WAY INTO HIS BATHTUB. LETTING THE WARM WATER SURROUND HIM, MICHAELS SOAKING JUMPER CLUNG TO HIS THIN BODY.

SO MANY PILLS. SO MANY COLORS. DIFFERENT NAMES. HE TOOK AS MUCH AS HE COULD. HIS DULL GREEN EYES WANDERED AROUND FOR THE SHARP METAL THAT LEFT SO MANY LOVELY SCARS. THE SHARP METAL HE ONCE USED TO FEEL ALIVE WAS NOW SOMETHING HE'D USE TO DIE.

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UM IDK WHAT TO REALLY SAY OTHER THAN THIS WAS SOOOOO BAD