My LGBTQ+ Story.

The Talk

            I got home and I saw my ''mother'' crying. So, as the daughter i am, i went over and asked what happened. She then proceeded to tell me that my "father" got into a car crash and his leg would need to be removed. " Oh god mother im so sorry.'' she looked at me after i said Mother .I definitely wasn't gonna call her mom. She just sort of brushed it off her shoulder and went back to crying in a tissue. I put my bookbag down and went to my room because my mother told me to give her some space. 

   I went on my phone and I saw my Twitter blowing up. There was a shooting at our school. Oh yeah and before i forget to tell you, i left school early because my mother wanted me home and now i see why. Immediately i texted alex to see what the fuck happened. No answer. 

                                                                                           2 Hours Later  

       I still got to answer from Alex, of course i wasn't worried because she never goes on her phone shes usually writing stories or some boring shit. 

                                                                                           6 Hours Later 

      Still not worried she is just probably sleeping or something. I went down to go check on my mother. there was wine bottles everywhere and she was passed out on the couch with the news on and the report of my school and the shooting and i didn't wanna hear about right now i just wanted to know if everyone was okay and then it said that 2 were injured and 7 dead.  God i hope their souls rest in peace and their families recover. 

                                                                                       2 Days Later

     Okay so i still wasn't concerned. But i was just wondering where the hell she was.  My dad was recovering in the hospital and turns out that he formed a cancer in the part of the leg  that needed to be removed. It was only stage 1 but cancer is cancer and it's not good at all.

                                                                                       3 Weeks Later

    Now the stress about Alex was really coming on me. 3 weeks! that is insane and i miss her! But my dad is doing great, walking great, cancer isn't spreading, and hes happy. My mom isn't drinking anymore and shes doing great. iv come to call them mom and dad again.  and life has been good except for Alex. School is coming back next week because of the shooting they took a break. it isn't gonna be the same without Alex, and on top of that she is gonna miss what she has dreamed of at a school, The Pride Parade.  

                                                                                       1 Month Later

    She missed it, The Pride Parade. Shes been dreaming of one since she heard of LGBTQ+ which was at least 6 years ago. and because of a reason, i dont know of, she isnt even here.  she could be dead, trapped, being a sex servant. of course my brain brought me to the worst because thats just who i am. and i guess i would just have to live being depressed about Alex. well we will have to see what happens.