Somebody to Love

Chapter 1: Meeting George

        This is in George's POV! Edward's POV comes in later! :P

        Self loathing is something that I promised never to commit to after my brush with suicide. It keeps you from seeing the you that is truly amazing. However, recently, it has been incredibly hard to keep myself from going back to hating every aspect of myself. My body, my hair, my feet, my clothes, my personality, nothing about seems right. The reason for all of this hatred is actually quite simple: It is physically impossible for me to find love. I know, it's a stupid reason. But, love is something everybody craves. It makes us feel powerful but, without it, we feel lesser. Like we aren't good enough.

        My ears fill with the usual chirping of my alarm clock. I sit up and let my eyes adjust to the light streaming in through my window. I sit up, letting the stained blue sheets slide off my half naked body. My hand moved to the button on the alarm clock to stop that annoying noise. It was like any other days. Nothing new, nothing exciting.

        As usual, I followed my set pattern of movements. I took a shower, slipped on my black skinny jeans and dark tee. Keeping my routine, I walked to my bus stop about five minutes early. The sidewalk was already scattered with teenagers waiting for their bus to arrive. As I walked up and took my place amongst the group, they started their usual bought of insults. ".....Hey Fag!", they would yell vulgar words and phrases at me. They hurt but, I had learned to cope. If you are wondering, yes......I am gay! And, those dick heads at the bus stop knew that and decided to use that as an excuse to bully me.

        On the bus, I took my usual seat, alone, in the front of the bus, while the bullies sat near the back. Every once in a while, they would yell things at me or throw toward the front of the bus. I was so used to this that I didn't even blink an eye as paper wads hit me in the head and words stabbed at my soul like daggers.

        Each of my classes were normal. Biology was a drag. We watched a movie......a science movie! Math was no better. At lunch, I sat alone at a table near the back. World History was shitty. But, Agriculture was the worst. Those guys from the bus were enrolled in that class as well. Even though the teacher monitored our every move, they never let up on their torment. I went home sad and angry, just like every other day.

        When I arrived back home, my mom was in the kitchen, drinking. My father was no where to be found, as usual. I left my shoes at the door and made my way up to my room. Stopping only briefly to let my mom know I was home (Like she would really remember after another hour in that kitchen). I continued walking the stairs to my room when, I heard a moan. "....George is that you?" my mom yelled. "Yes, mom, it's me. I'm just going upstairs." I called down to her from my place on the stairs. I heard her pop open another beer and take a big drink. I just rolled my eyes and, finally, entered my room. Somehow, I ended up with my shirt off and my body covered, once again, with those blue sheets. The comfort took over and my eyes soon fluttered shut. I had entered my own personal realm of dreams. A place where I could finally stand up to those bullies. A place where I am everything I have always wanted to be. A place where I can find my love!!