Chapter four

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I have to go to school today. I'm not ready to face Jordan again... I mean, I guess I can say hi...
I'm walking through the hallway and- OH GOD! I see Jordan! I have to say something! What do I say?! What if I embarrass myself?! What if-
"Heyyy Jordan.." I say awkwardly. What the fuck Elliot why do you do these things?! Oh wow..
"H-hi Ella.. I-I mean Elliot.. S-sorry..." He looked at me funny and walked away. I felt my heard break in two in that moment.

  I can't take the pain anymore! I can't do it anymore! Why am I like this?! I just want to die right now! I have a solution

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  I can't take the pain anymore! I can't do it anymore! Why am I like this?! I just want to die right now! I have a solution. I need to feel pain. I DESERVE IT!
  I took out my razors and I cut deep into my skin... On my wrists, thighs, stomach, and ankles. There were scars everywhere. I stopped wearing shorts and T-shirts and instead I wear hoodies and sweat pants to cover my scars. It was so it was practically 100°F everyday. The heat was unbearable, but I didn't want anyone to know I way hurting inside and out.
  My mom realised how distant I am now. She's realising that I don't come out of my room except when I'm leaving for school or food is ready. But sometimes I don't even come out for food.. She's getting worried about me now. She keeps asking if I'm okay. I can't tell her I'm transgender, she'll freak! So I always brush it off like it's nothing.
  Jordan doesn't speak to me anymore. He doesn't even answer my calls or texts. He also blocked me on every social media he has. Why can't he just accept my for who I am?

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