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Fantasy
I finally gained the strength to come out to my mother. she was the only parent I had since my father was never around. I thought that this fact would make it easier but it didn't. once those forbidden words came out of my mouth she hit me in my face blacking my eye. she yelled at me to get out. my siblings looked at me with a look of disgust on there faces. I ran out of the house and into the rain. it was dark and cold. my tears stung my eyes I didn't know why. I came to brige on a highway. the blured lights of cars we're blinding. I leaned over the rail as the rain smacked my face. I didn't look behind me all I heard was a male voice yelling don't jump. it was too late though. I did exactly what he told me not to do I jumped. (Continue...)>>>
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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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