The things i don't want to remember

hey guys, i've never really found the need to write an author's note but i realised the need to interact with readers (if i had any). I'm not American, but I love the idea of American high school stories though it's really typical.

So this story would revolve around the issues of bullying, self harming and even suicide. (since i love demi lovato and WWE and they both are strongly against bullying!) I hope you gain something from this. In the meanwhile, stay strong and push on <3

disclaimer: here we'll all be open minded and flexible. No hard feelings. It's just a story after all.

prologue:

All i recalled was that i could not wait for him to walk out of my life. After seven hard, long years, he finally gave in and set me free, allowing me to finally get a grip on myself and live. Really live.

Growing up, I learnt that sometimes, the hardest things to deal with comes from the people who matters the least. The more typical cases is being called names, or bullied till self mutilation. For Solange, she got to end point when her three month pregnancy and dreams for the future was wiped out, all because of her abusive stepfather whom she swore was out to ruin her already ruined life since she laid her eyes on him two months ago. She committed suicide, or atleast attempted to, after a two hour conversation with me on the phone. I will never know where she is or what happened to her after my boyfriend snatched my phone and hung up on her abruptly. Ever since that incident i vowed to have nothing to do with guys. Because of a guy, Solange felt tortured. Because of a guy, I lost my most beautiful- in and out- bestfriend.

Chapter 1:

I stared at the cuts on my wrists. My eyes trailed all the way to the deep cut near my elbow. I couldn't help but sigh. My name is Logan Alexander Gray, and I sing. I'm not a heartthrob, though some admit i'd find my true self one day and marry a woman. For the past ten years i had openly admitted to loving guys. Perhaps I had a reason, I was brought up by two fathers. I've never really had a religion, but I was closest to becoming a muslim, because I found the religion.beautiful and fulfilling. However I held back, due to the fact that I- was gay. I got together with Thomas the first monday after I completed a semester in high school. I remembered the way he looked at me when we were in homeroom and the frequent times he offered to ride me home. I never rejected, and slowly we became the epitomy of *broski. He asked me out one evening and that night turned out to be the best day of my life, one i would give anything, to forget.

*(hehe to spoil the mood with a zack ryder referance)