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Reunion

TW: Pills, Throwing away medication, Homophobia, Death mention, Cursing, Drug mention, Child Abuse, Yelling

One month two weeks until graduation

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I groan and sit up in my bed, allowing myself a sip of the water on my bedside table. 5:30am. I've got two hours to get to school.

Trudging over to the shower, I turn it up to the highest heat it can go. It burns my skin slightly, but nothing too bad. I can't bare to have it any colder.

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About fourty minutes later, I slump down the stairs in school uniform. Neither of my parents are down here yet, so it feels kind of eerie.
On the table sits the same newspaper clipping that Remus' dad was showing him last week. I let my eyes brush past it but try to focus on breakfast.

I pop a slice of bread in the toaster and amble over to my pill box on the counter. There's two in the slot for today, labelled Monday.
I tip them into my palm and use my foot to kick up the lid of the bin, letting them tumble on top of last night's dinner leftovers.

"Morning, Virgil." Mother choruses as she floats down the stairs. She seems like she's in a good mood.
"M-morning."

I pull the toast out the toaster and take a bite of it directly, letting crumbs cascade down my shirt onto the floor.

"What happens when you're out at a restraunt with your wife and you eat like that, hm?" She laughs towards the end, sitting down with a cup of tea.

Ah, yes. Wife.

Of course I'd get a wife. I'd get arrested if I liked any gender other than that. It's illegal.
Then again, I'm not a stranger to being handcuffed and treated like shit.

It's 1887. Being homosexual was literally punishable by death until 1861. (That's true, it's shocking)

And, not to mention, you can be put on hormonal drugs to make you more "manly" for being gay still. (Also true, didn't stop until the 1960s in the UK)

Maybe people don't have to know I'm gay.

"Oh. Did you already take your medication?" I'm snapped out of my thoughts by my mom looking at the pill box.
"Y-yea-yeah." 

I swing my bag over my shoulder and head towards the door.

"Oh, r-remember I-I'm going to Remus and Roman's hous-house after s-school, s-so I won't b-be home unt-til later."
"Alright. But if you come through that door at 7pm in the middle of an episode again like last week, I won't let you go again."
"Ok-kay."

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I walk into the classroom and it's just Remy and Remus in there. Makes sense, I always get here early because I'm scared I'll be late and leave way before I need.

"Hey, Virge."
I offer him a two-fingered salute and pull my chair out.

"Virgil, Remus was just telling me that you had a panic attack last week because it was raining..?"

I flash Remus a fed-up look that says: 'You told him?!'

"He asked how you were!" The younger Prescott brother defends.

"Y-yeah. I did. A-and now, my p-parents want to s-send me away agai-again, when if I'd n-never been sen-sent away t-to begin with, it wouldn't have h-happened!" I pause and look at my scruffed shoes. "..Stupid hydrotherapy b-bullshit." I grumble.