Blackened

Blackened

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His unconventional wish came true. Over time, the blackness started growing on him. It crept from the very tips to the edges of his cuticles. His fingers were as black as a summer's night. He was ecstatic, excited. What he had always wanted was happening to him right now! He was the happiest he'd ever been. The little boy's mother started noticing that he had other symptoms, like she had. She didn't have the heart to tell him what was going on. A day that was a joyous experience for the child quickly went downhill.
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“Hey faggot!” I winced at the sound of the one and only star quarter back. He wasn't wrong, I was gay, but that word was just so offensive. I hated that I came out, hated the fact more than you could ever guess. It had cost me all but three of my friends, most of my freedom and every second that had been left of my childhood. When I loudly and discourteously turned down the prettiest girl in the whole school she screamed at me “what, are you gay?!” to which I decided to truthfully reply “yeah, got a problem with that?!” At the time I felt triumphant, giddy even and shouted at the top of my lungs 'I'm gay!' it had felt so good...but it wasn't worth the price I had to pay...not a week later I went from one of the top five popular guys to having three friends, had the shit beaten out of me at least once a week and went from relatively care-free to being the man of the house, a mom when mom couldn't be there, the cook the cleaner and the surrogate father three days later after I killed my father. I may have not been holding a smoking gun or bloody knife, but it was my fault he died all the same, even if the cops didn't see it.

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