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I also know its been a wait for this, i have a life too and i have to live it, so let me be you crazy people
The Way Highschool Works part 3 (remember i live, or there wouldent be a story to read)
This is a simple account of what has happened over the course of this year so far. I write this in retrospect because thepain of realising it is possible to happen again is to much to bear. As this may show, life got easier, if only for a time,kids like me arnt meant to know love.
1
School was finnaly livable, i had friends, i had decent grades, and i was hardly ever home. I had freedom, i had a lifeoutisde my depression, i had an escape. And everything centerd around a guy, Mark Worrel. He was everything i could want,strong, happy, content, stable and truly a loyal friend. when he found out i was gay i couldent look him in the eye for 3 weeks. Nothing could cheer me up. Then it happened, he caught me outside of the library. He stared into my eyes and i stared into his, and all questions were answered. I dont know how but it seemed like for the first time in my life, everything was fine.
I stayed at his house that night, carying everything i owned in my backpack and to school every day. After the event with John (i will explain later), i careied everything with me. This made me completly homeless, i changed the adress at my school to my PO box and the contact number to my cell. I was alone, yet popular. A freak yet normal.
2 The event with John
The car ride home was awkward, i had no idea how i got there, and they thought i was high. It seemed as though i was stuck in a middle class nightmare, except there was nothing artifical about this, i was truly lost in a city i didnt know, and had no idea how i got there and when i got there. When i got home, my dad told me to get out, pack up my shit and leave. So i did, i packed up and left, with nowehre to go. I went to the only place i thought someone would let me stay, i went to John's house. I stayed there, but i couldent deal with his parents constant preaching. So i was back to square one, i went to johns house and got 3 changes of clothes, my laptop and my bike, and left. That was the last ive seen of john.
3 me and mark
I was at marks house, his parents loved me, his lil bro looked up to me, and i was finnaly happy. I felt as though i could leave the pain and the torment behind me. I felt as though there was nothing that could go wrong here with mark. That all changed when i was goin to see my friend clif at the dreaded tower. When i was taking the elevator up, one of my step-bros friends came in. A real homophobe. So i said hey mick, whats up. No answer. "Mick you ok man?" "What the fuck are you doing back here you fucking faggot?" This is when i started to get scared. Gays were not looked upon kindly in this town. With a trembling voice i replied, "What the fuck are you talking about Mick?" "You know what im talking about, your bro told me all about it, and so did your dad." Mick hit the emergency stop button. "now were gonna have some fun fag boy" He got a gun out of his bag, and said "now ur gonna start doin exactly what i say, or im gonna blow out your knee caps, then your elbows, then ur hips, and shoulders and eveuntally kill you." I swallowed, and thought of mark. I loved him, and yet i left him to see a old friend, someone who abandoned me when things got though. This was it, i had enough, he pointed the gun at my head, and i just acted without thinking, i kicked his wrist. Instantly the gun was flying and hit the graffitid roof and blew one of the flourecent light bulbs that sometimes were working and sometimes wernt. i caught the gun,pointed it at micks head and said "squeal like a pig fag boy"
4 that was...odd
When i got home, I immedatly went to talk to marks dad. He collected guns, so i figured he would know what to do with it. Marks dad (Ron) was outraged that i had a gun pulled on me, but was proud (yes a father figure proud of me) that i had the gun that was pulled on me. After explaining it to Ron, i knew that the dinner table would warrent this story. So i slept, all through dinner and all night. I didnt notice mark come in the room, untill morning when i was wraped in his arms. I felt so protected, so secure, and for the first time in my life, i cried with happiness instead of torment. Mark noticed my shaking and asked what was bugging me. Of course i said nothing so he would drop it. I snuggled closer to him and fell asleep again.
this is not the end, there are other chapters to come. And i am very sorry about the delay, midterms and the holidays and now finals really leave ya with no time to write a story.