Spider-Man One Shots!

Dear the Population of Homophobia

I hope anyone who is homophobic and does stuff like this in this chapter reads this, this is a personal 'fuck you' from me. <3

You remember that kid you met in the shop that one day? The one that gave you a small smile and waved as you paid for your things before walking out? The kid that goes around the streets, helping old people with their shopping bags. The one that always says please and thank you when being served by a waiter. The most happy, polite person you could ever meet. Helping anyone and everyone at any chance he gets.

The time he saved his bully from being knocked over by a car when they were too busy looking at their phones, the one that rose above everything that was happening to him, faced life with a smile on his face while on the inside he was having a mental breakdown.

That kid that was bullied for being different. For being helpful and carefree and gay. People made his life hell because he didn't like girls like he was supposed to. The one that was gave up on by his parents. The one that lives in his friend's house. The one that hated himself, the one that wanted to be different. It isn't a choice. People don't choose to be gay. Just like you don't choose to be straight, it's what your attracted to.

What do you choose to do? You choose to be a bitch to him. You choose to make his life hell just because you don't like his choices. The one that decides to get involved in his life when it's none of your business.

Leave him alone.

Your words may not make an impact to him on the outside but inside? Every word drains everything he has ever lived for down to a crumb. The crumb you flicked off yourself and stood on, as if it was dirt. He cries himself to sleep every night because you talk down to him. He cries to himself when you walk away. He cries when he thinks about what you say.

You would laugh at him if you saw the mental breakdowns he has in the bathrooms, share it all over social media, tell your friends that he was crying. You'll laugh at him online and laugh at his face for being different.

When won't you be laughing? When he's dead.

When everything you have said to him catches up with him, everything you've said to him fills up in his head like a balloon until it's full and it pops. When the breath stops in his body. When the life drains out of him. When his skin goes pale and cold. When the blood is falling from him when his friend finds him in a pool of his own blood.

Are you finally satisfied with yourself?

Telling him to kill himself? Telling him that he was a waste of space? Even when he was the most caring person ever. You're the reason he's dead.

Your own insecurities that you took out on him caused him to talk his own life. That's your fault, not his for being gay. How do you feel now?

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Sorry for this if you found this offensive, I found something that upset me online about this topic. <3