Freak!?
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I sat at the lunch table quietly. I didn't sit by many people nor did I have many friends I tend to avoid people I don't really like many people one of those many people being that  dreaded sally face. He's a new kid I hate him i hate his stupid blue hair, i hate his stupid prosthetic i hate his stupid blue eyes i hate his stupid red jeans, i hate how he makes friends so easily i hate how he gets along with everyone, its not fair. why does he he get attention!? why do people like him? why dont people like me!? what am i doing wrong.. not even my own father likes me.. i watch him silently like a eagle watches it prey.. he so stupid.. but.. he so beautiful am i wrong for loving a boy.. the way i love this stupid freak..? warning this story contains: selfharm abuse addictions child neglect homophobia bullying relgious trauma talk of death murder mentions please read at your own risk.
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Travis Phelps- the homophobic asshole that beat up the outsiders as a way to filter his own self hatred, stuck in an abusive household. He was miserable, gay and being suffocated by the grip of his father's religiousness. Sal Fisher- the new kid in town, the exact thing Travis hated. Gay and transgender, on the outside happy with his life. On the inside, dying from a heart disease and living with a verbally abusive alcoholic father. Both were miserable, though it was hardly obvious to outsiders. They were polar opposites yet the exact same. Brought together by the very same religiousness that was slowly killing them, the two are at first enemies. Though after growing together, they make a decision. They were going to run away. They were going to live how they wanted. Even if it killed them. cross-posted on ao3. this fic does not have a happy ending. don't like? don't read.

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