This is the first story I've ever written, I wrote it over the summer of last year and my writing skills have grown immensely. Although this is my first story I've wrote, I have published other stories on here and am currently working on one. Under the high school section, I have the One or the Other, which is a current project; Hayden's Story; and Gavin's Got Game. Under the college section, I have The After Party. The latter three stories all contain sexual content.
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[Chad's perspective after he came out to Alex]
I can't believe he did that to me! I told that bastard I love him and what does he do? He kisses me and then tells me he doesn't love me. I just can't talk to him right now. I can't even go to school now. He's probably going to tell the whole school now. When I reached home I parked my car in the garage and went inside.
My mom saw the hurt in my eyes. "Chad? What's wrong baby?"
"I told him mom. And he kissed me."
"I'm so happy for you sweetie." She hugged me. "Then what's with the long face?"
"After the kiss he pushed me off and told me he didn't love me. I just ran." I started to cry and my mom held me in my arms. "He doesn't love me back, mommy."
We just stood there, holding each other for at least an hour because next thing I knew dad was home. After I told him what happened he got mad and said he was going to kill Alex. I started crying and telling him he couldn't do that because it would kill me too. And yeah if you're wondering I came out to my parents a long time ago. I also told them I loved Alex.
"Sweetie," my mom said, "just give him some time. He may come around and realize he loves you."
"No he won't mom. Alex is hard headed and he will never come around and see that." No one said anything for a bit. "I'm not going to school next week."
"You're not missing school because Alex is a dumbass." My dad said.
"If I go, I'll see him. Then I'll break down and...and..." I started crying again. My dad held me. "I just can't go next week. I need to get over him."
"How about this son," he started to say. "I'll call the school and get your work for the next week and say we have to go to a funeral out of town."
I looked up to him and smiled. "Thanks dad."
We ate dinner in silence that night, We didn't know of anything we could talk about that would be appropriate for that night. When I went to my room I saw a bottle of pills I was given last year for my broken arm. I never used them because my doctor said that they were very strong. I decided that pain killers were the only thing that would help me so I took twice the dosage I was suppose to take for intense pain, which is four.
I passed out on my bed. I swear that I was almost constantly asleep from the time I took those pills, which was Saturday evening to Monday morning. I spent the whole day working on the homework my dad had gotten from the school. Thankfully there wasn't that much so I finished before the end of the day. I took more pills. This time I took five, just in case I was getting use to them.
As the week went on, my attitude got worse. I raised my voice to my mom the other day. I called her an old hag that needs to get out of her faggot son's life. I as grounded for that. But I snuck out and went to a place that I had heard of.
It's sort of a place where people come to trade, buy, and sell prescription drugs. I needed more of those pills I had. I only had a few left and I was craving them. When I got there I was surprised to see some people that went to my school. Obviously Alex wasn't there. That goody two shoes doesn't do anything fun.
When I finally found a guy selling the pills I need, I realized I didn't have enough money. I left that place with the pills. But I no longer had my brand new shoes or my great grandfather's watch. I didn't care what I got rid of as long as I was able to get my hands on the pills I need oh so bad.
When Sunday came I told my parents that I wasn't going to school again. My father and I had a huge argument about that. I ended up taking so many pills that night neither my mom nor dad was able to wake me up for school. They finally gave up on trying to send me to school that week.
My mood started fluctuating into a depression than an all time anger. When I didn't have the pills in my system I was crazy. I cried so much that I couldn't really cry anymore. I then started cutting myself. It has only been a little over a week since I talked to Alex and look at me. I'm either cutting myself or injuring my insides. Finally, Friday came and that night was a blur. All I can remember is the last thing my parents and I `talked' about and what happened next. It was around 11 pm.
"Where are you going?" My dad asked.
"Out."
"You're not allowed to go anywhere until you start going to school again."
"Just leave me alone. I'll do whatever the hell I want whenever the hell I want."
"Chad," My mom said with an innocent voice. "Please listen to your dad."
"Are you kidding me?! Why the hell am I not allowed to have a life?! Do you all want me to be like you all that bad?!"
"Don't talk to me and your mom that way!"
"You know what?! I'm going to go out anyways!" I started walking towards the door.
My dad grabbed me by my arm and looked me in the eyes. "I was okay with having a fag as a son but I'm sure as hell not going to have with a badass too. Just because Alex didn't want your nasty faggot ass doesn't mean you have the right to act all hardcore."
"Phil! Apologize to Chad right now!"
"I don't care mom! I don't care about either of you! Everything I do is wrong and I'm tired of it!" I ran up to my room and locked my door. My dad followed after me and was banging on my door. I started crying and wishing I was dead. Maybe that was it. First my best friend hated me, and now my parents hate me. I should just kill myself and make everyone happy.
I decided to write Alex a letter. I couldn't focus at all so I took what was left of the pills. There were at least 15 in there but I didn't care. I finally was able to finish my letter to Alex. My head was spinning and I didn't know what was going on. I placed the letter down and picked up my bottle to see if there were any pills left. Sadly there were none so I placed it back down.
I climbed out of the window and got into my car. Everything was blurry but I decided to drive anyways. I drove in the wrong lane some. Even swerved a little bit. But I finally got to the bridge. I got out of my car, leaving my keys in the car. I walked to the middle of the bridge and stepped up on the side. This is it.
I jumped off the edge. Diving towards the water. I heard some woman scream. She must've seen me jump. When I hit the water I didn't realize how shallow the water was. I hit the water and then a sharp rock. I felt a horrible pain in me. I slowly started to close my eyes. It's finally over.
~ IMPORTANT ~
This story is a precursor to the actual Shawn's Turn. It contains information that may come in handy for the next part. Also. there are four chapters written by a friend of mine and I will tell you if they were written by her. Please DO NOT contact me and tell me how different those chapters are from the rest of the story and they are written completely differently. If you do I will most likely insult you. :D