Different ❤Cake❤

~2

Run.

The word repeated in my head. Run Luke...

I even imagined actually telling him that I didn't want to hurt him. I didn't.

My chest pained with every breath I took, though it wasn't just from the running either.

When I looked up, I saw the classmrme  running after him. Chanting the evil words. Smear the Queer. My heart panged with guilt. My fault my fault my fault! With a sigh of defeat and a quiver of tears, I got to my feet and brushed my jeans off. It's too late, I whisper. He can out run them surely. Every time I thought about it, it hurt. He's hurting...

I go back inside the school to get my school stuff. I have a few things to get out of my gym locker. Really world? Really? Why me? Why can't it all be so easy? Why does it have to be so hard?

The ride home was awful. I kept looking behind me, thinking maybe I'd see Luke. The thought was hopeless. 

I kick my skate board as hard as I can into the yard. I slam the door shut, and the picture of me and my sister swings back and forth before falling flat on the wood. I stop stomping towards the stairs and I take a deep breath. I bend down and pick up the frame. The glass broke. I feel tears prick at my eyes as I stare at the framed photo. I just stare at it for the longest time before mopping up my cheeks.

I sit it on the kitchen table and run upstairs to be in my room. The comfort of the suffocating blue walls drowns some of the sorrow out into tears. I come home everyday like this..Luke.

Luke Hemmings.

He doesn't deserve this. No one on this earth should ever go through what he does in one day. And to top it with a cherry, I get higher class man to chase after him...screaming things..ideas to hurt- 

Too far, Cal..

I lay back and stare up at my plain white ceiling. Plain.. All plain.. But that doesn't matter because other cielings don't make fun of it for bring the way it is.. Ugh. I continuously brush the corners of my eyes as the tears quietly fall. I don't want tomorrow to come. Seriously how will I face him? Will he ask? Maybe..if things were so much different...