Idiot (BOY X BOY)

Idiot (BOY X BOY)

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Everyone he engulfed in his bubble labeled him as an Idiot; his name. He grew up from zero to nineteen being called "Idiot", and it eventually forged into his knowledge. He believed that "Idiot" was his real name. He dismissed the definition, excusing it as a coincidence. Just a coincidence. He wasn't his parents' son. He was a slave. He worked, got everyone in his bubble everything but himself, and obeyed orders. As said before, he didn't deserve anything. "He deserved nothing." Care wasn't vital to him, but it was merely meaningless. He never experienced it before anyway so it strayed away from him. He didn't want care. He didn't need care. But what happens when care comes to him? "I can't take this... its way too much..."
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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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