One Big Cliche [A Tyrus Fanfic]

Chapter Five: Underdog!

{Warning: Strong Language, Homophobic Slurs, Suicidal Thoughts, and just a lot of sadness}

C Y R U S

"Aw, look at the little queer. You gonna cry?" I held in my tears as I attempted to hurry past the group of boys crowding around where my locker was. All hopes of getting passed them were dashed when one of them grabbed my bag and pulled me back, slamming me into a locker.

I groaned as my head hit the hard steel and sank to the ground. I could hear them laughing maniacally as the tears slid down my cheeks. "Why c-can't you just leave me alone?" I cried out.

My eyes met a pair of blue ones. Jackson was his name. He kneeled at eye level to just smirk at me. "Ya hear that, guys? The fag can speak," He mocked, earning a laugh from his followers. He leaned closer to me. "It's because you're fucking disgusting. You don't belong here, and the world would be better off if you and every other queer on earth were gone," He sneered, the venom in his tone making me involuntarily shake with fear.

"Look at him shaking. He's probably getting off to that," I heard one of them say. They all laughed again. They finally left after taking my bag and throwing everything out of it. I sat there, not moving, as I silently wept. The bullying started as soon as I made the mistake of making friends with someone. I met Jackson when I first got relocated here. He showed me around the school, invited me to hang out, and we became inseparable since then. It had been about a month before I gathered the courage to tell him everything. 

"You're WHAT?" He said disgustedly. My heart sank as I remembered how cold his eyes became. I ran out of the room so quickly before either of us could say another thing. The next day at school, I was a target for everyone. Guys would corner me in the locker room, call me names, and even push me around. Nobody would ever want to be seen with me.

It was a nightmare, and I wanted it to be over. So I grabbed all my things and headed down the empty hall. School had been over for a while, so nobody was here to question what had happened or where I was going. It's not like anyone would want to. I walked out of the double doors and down the street. Endless thoughts clouded my mind.

"Queer"

"Fucking disgusting."

"The world would be better off without you."

"Nobody will ever like you."

I came across the bridge that hovered over a beautiful river. The water was clear and peaceful as it rushed down in a stream. I placed my bag on the ground as I put my hands on the rail. Tears continued to glide down my cheeks as I took a deep breath. "This was what everyone wanted. My foster parents wouldn't haven't to worry about me anymore. The school would be better off. Nobody would miss me anyway," All these thoughts circled around my head as I hoisted myself onto the rail. I stood still as I closed my eyes, prepared to let myself fall. So I did.

"CYRUS!" I heard someone say.

I sprang up from the bed, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. I turned to see Jill looking down at me, the worry on her face obvious. "Cyrus, are you okay?" She gently reached out to me, and normally, I would flinch or brush her off. But I did something even I didn't expect.

I hugged myself against her, letting the tears come out as I wept into her shirt. She gently rubbed my head as we both sat like this for a while. "Cyrus, you're gonna be late for school, but I understand if you want to stay home," She said quietly.

I sniffed and wiped my face. "No, I'll go. Sorry about your shirt," I said awkwardly.

She smiled softly and let out a quiet laugh. "It's fine, sweetie. I'll go change, and I'll drive you to school. How does that sound?"