Trapped

Tom – no one knows the torment he feels, the rejection and the inner battle he fights every day. An existence of two people in one body, forever in conflict.

Christie – a little different to normal but what’s normal anyway? She has grown to like herself and accept that we are all human beings regardless of appearance and sexuality.

This is a portrayal of Tom’s frustrations and Christies acceptance and forgiveness.

-entry into the bullying competition :)

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2. Devil’s child-Tom

  Christians believe that humans were made in God’s image. I’ve never been a believer, but I’m starting to think that I’m a creation of the devil. I’m certainly no creation of God’s, otherwise I’d be normal and I’d be like everyone else. This has led me to the conclusion that I’m evil, or at least the son of the devil.

I feel like I'm wearing a mask and I can't take it off. I've stood in front of shelves full of make up, dreaming about wearing it, what it would feel like to be pretty, but I know I can't wear it, that would make me even more of a joke. And when I was little, I really wanted to join the Royal Ballet class, But in times like this, boys tend to stay away from that sort of thing. My mother would never have allowed it anyway. Two years ago, the school organised a dance and I found this beautiful dress that I would never wear. Would God's creature suffer this pain?

I did used to think that if I became a Christian and did everything a Christian was supposed to do, maybe God would help me change; maybe he’d tell me what to do to be normal. I lose that faith when I start to feel good when I intimidate others who accept who they are, especially a girl called Christie.

She’s probably the least attractive girl in the entire school; she’s covered in spots, well over weight and looks like a hardcore lesbian. I can see the hurt in her eyes when I call her names and shout horrible things at her for everyone to hear, but she holds her head high and carries on. Maybe that’s why I continue to pick on her; she doesn’t crumble, but marches on nonetheless.  

At the back of my head, a voice tells me to leave her alone, to stop taking it out on her, but I can’t. It’s like I’m addicted to it. But she’s normalised her state of being and I’m jealous. I’m incredibly jealous. I can’t ever accept who I am. Never.

I get told off repeatedly for intimidating her, but has anyone ever stopped to think about me and how I feel? No. Not even my own parents.  

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