He begins to walk home, the street much quieter now. The voice in his head is getting louder again, accusing him of being too obvious, telling him that the people have left because of him, how he's a freak of nature. A cold breeze blows past and he notices how it hits his back and begins to panic realising that his shirt and hoodie have ridden up, exposing him to the world. Quickly, he pulls it back down and carries on.
As he walks, his breathing becomes laboured and heavy, he stops at a bin to lean on it while he catches his breath. While he stops, he pulls out his phone and checks the time. He sees that it's 2:40 and a message from his mom comes up.
"Hi hun, on my way home now. Work was quiet so I left. Pizza for dinner? x"
"Yeah, sure, thanks." He replied putting his phone back into his pocket. He took in a deep struggling breath and began to run home, knowing if his mom got back before him he would be grounded and pizza would be off the menu.
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Luka
Historia CortaCloseted transgender, running from who he really is, hiding from his friends and family. Will he embrace who he truly is?