Why Dad?
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WpMetadataReadComplete Mon, May 6, 2013<5 mins
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My closest friend came out of the closet to me. I told him how happy I was that he trusted me enough that he would tell me something so deep. Then he took off his shirt and I saw so many red scars all along his back and chest. He told me his dad has been beating him to get the"gay" out of him. I started to cry as I saw so many marks on him. He is not yet "Out of the closet" so I decided to write a poem for him so he could at least vent his feelings and understand that people really care. Please read, comment, and vote. Thank you.
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*Completed* T.W. This short story is based around the loss of a friend, and coping with that loss with therapy. ~~~ I placed the letter back down onto the small coffee table, wiping away the tears that rested in the corner of my eyes. "How do you feel, Samuel?" the doctor asked, hovering her pen over a piece of paper. "I feel the same way I did the last time you made me read that letter" I responded back, a slight bitterness in my voice. "And how did you feel?" "Lost. Lonely. Hurt. Betrayed." I listed, watching as she wrote it all down, listening as the pen scratched against the paper roughly. "Anything else?" She pressed on, staring down on me like an ant. "I lost my best friend. How do you think I fucking feel?" The tone of my voice made her flinch slightly, but she quickly regained her professionalism. "Samuel, I need you to calm down. Shouting at me isn't going to do you any good". She pushed her glasses further up her face as she scribbled more onto the page. "Shouting?" I scoffed, "I wasn't shouting, and I have the right to be angry at someone who's forcing me to re-read my dead best friends suicide note everytime I'm forced to see them". ~~~ [started 26/03/2021]

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