Dear Diary

Day 10

Dear Diary,

Today was horrific. I wish I hadn't fell in love with him--with his beautiful green eye and perfect curly hair. It would've made everything easier for him. I hate myself for what I've caused him.

Today, I was walking down the hall of my high school, my eyes landing on a group of people who were gathered around someone on the floor, leaning up against the rows of lockers.

The group of people punched and kicked the person who was on the floor. He was helpless. They spit and slapped him. "Fucking fag!!!" Someone yelled. "No one likes a queer!!!" Another yelled.

They continued their abuse to the unknown person. The bell rang for class and people left the person on the floor. "Go sprinkle your fucking fairy dust somewhere else." Another person said as he walked into his class

As the hallway cleared and my eyes set on the person who was beaten and abused, tears fell down my cheeks, staining them.

He was mangled. Helpless. He had a swollen eye. His lip was busted open and bleeding. His cheek bruised. He had a deep open cut on his cheekbone.

"H-Harry?" I stuttered as I got closer to him.

"I'm okay, Lou.'' He had said.

"No you're not." I had told him.

-Louis T.