PSAIG. Please stay away I'm Gay! Book 1

I wish I was Dreaming But I Am Not

I felt like I exploded into a million pieces, my meagre 25 years of existence was laid to waste in a mere second by the screeching of brakes and the irresponsibility of a drunk driver.

As the life was draining from my wilting body I prayed to the heavens.

[In my next life at least give me a little bit of happiness]

I honestly feel cheated.

Images of my pathetic life flicked behind my eyelids in a what felt like a never-ending stop-motion picture. They say that in the end we pay for our mistakes, why does it feel like my biggest mistake was simply existing?

Childhood - bullied for being short,

High School - bullied for being gay,

University - watching as my best and only friend talked to girls while I painfully loved him.

I couldn't even talk to my parents about it... they were never around. Like ghosts all I had was small memories of their existence as they flew around the world on business trips. In end they were disappointed in me due to my " Life Style Choice" as they called it. As if being gay was a choice!

Did they really think I chose to be this miserable?

The feelings of dejection, the buried emotions I had towards the one I loved and the unquenchable loneliness I felt all amassed in my chest like a sun compacting into a black hole. Threatening to pull me inside out.

These sentiments hurt...more than the physical pain I experienced during the impact.

I just wanted it all to stop.

Tonight he just so happened to tell me that he liked a girl. It had broken me harder than usual.

[Why was this the last thing I thought of?]

My body screamed as I took my last breath, my vision faded out to the sounds of shouting and the smell of blood. A single tear rolled down my eye. Dying wasn't so bad, at least its over I thought.

[God, I'm pathetic.]

I smiled my final fateful smile... or so I thought.

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"Yuki, Yuki, rise and shine! It's a beautiful morning! " A sweet melodic voice whispered an unknown name around me as a bright light shined in my eyes.

[ Am I in the hospital ? Heaven? Hell?]

" Young master please wake up, the head maid will yell at me again if you're late! " The voice whined pitifully.

I slowly wake up, nursing a splitting headache and the feelings of regret lodged in my chest. My vision begins to clear. It seemed like I was sleeping in a king sized bed. There is the smell of old oak and melted candles in the air with a slight hint of dust.

Opening one eye I spotted a voluptuous woman in a maid costume, the sunlight from the window had hit her like a halo but it seemed to refuse to shine on me. She looked like an angel, while I felt like I contrasted her as a shadowed form, a possible figment of imagination from the corner of ones eye.

Her massive breasts jiggled slightly as she clapped her hands together breaking the unsteady silence.

[ Her garb is rather fitting I guess. ]

"Good morning young master Yuki, it is time for your lessons but first some breakfast!" The maid chirped in a cheery tone.

[ Yuki? Me? Huh? Last time I checked my name was Yuta, do I have a concussion?]