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Ike was just like everyone else. Could fit in like everyone else. He really was the same as all of them. At school, they didn't think that, at school he was different. At school he was crushed, trodden over... Every... Single... Day. Without fail. Most of the time he could handle it, just took it on the chin. Tried to laugh it off. Inside, however, he was breaking. Slowly shattering - like glass. Of course, he never told anyone. Then it'd just get worse, he'd be seen as weak. Told he 'couldn't take a joke'. He'd seen this type of thing happen to so many other people, but never thought he'd be one of them. Never thought he'd be next on the list. He spent most of high school completely isolated and alone. Days was spent either hidden in the bushes or being pushed further into despair by words sharper than knives. Soon enough he couldn't take it anymore and began plans for the unimaginable.
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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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