Edge of the Earth

Edge of the Earth

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It was the end of the line for Matthew. Every-second in the world felt like a year to him. The only he felt to actually love him was his parents, and even then; there were things he did not like to talk to them about. As a minor, he could not find anyone to talk about his about problems. He felt paranoia in class, that his big secret would be discovered, it was like that everyday for about a year. He was standing on a chair, a homemade noose around his neck. Tears rolled down his eyes as he gulped, however, he heard a knock on the door, then he saw the door open.
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My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.

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