I once loved one man, he took my only heart and right there in front of me, he ripped it apart I know he didn't mean to, and the fault is mine to blame but the guilt and pain remains all the same but now I understand, why he ran away now I understand why he didn't stay he was afraid to love, and afraid to take a chance he was afraid to leave and make another stance he was afraid to make his mark on societies wall he was afraid to take a leap, as he could fall he would have rather stayed inside that rotting jail he rather stay with society, even though I paid bail he made his mind and stayed with society even though he had his chance to be free so now as I sit outside societies dream I linger like a nightmare, making people scream they say its just a phase, that I'll get over it soon they say its a disease, like the werewolf and the moon but deep down in my heart, I know it isn't so because I have to be strong, so I can show people like the one man who threw me in a bin that no matter how hard they try, we will never give in! cause what's the point of hurting us? so we can feel bad? so we can understand what its like to be sad? well we already know just how it feels cause it is so hard for us to reveal that we like the same sex, and who really gives a damn? goes in the end we all still go all cold and clam so who cares if I'm gay! I am proud to be because in my world I take it as a victory that I can make a choice and stand from the rest be an individual and try my best and kids at school may laugh at me and call nasty names but you know what? it doesn't matter it's all a game! cause later on in life they will suddenly see that the reason I was gay, was because it was me so go on a call out names and raise your heads so high but remember who I am, just before you die remember that I was strong and managed to pull through and remember that if I can do it, then so can you so today I stand and say that I am proud to be gay and if I had a choice... I'd have it no other way!


3. Chapter three

James's P.O.V

I seemed to have made it to lunch on time, the only class I ever do make on time anyway, and I see my best friend Matthew beating up a poor defenseless boy. Now, thanks to Matthew, I am carrying that boy out to my car. I actually don't have a license to drive yet, but I do have a permit and my dad bails me out if I ever need it. Him bailing me out always seems to result in another beating, however. I carefully place the boy down in the seat beside me and heave out a breathe of air as I do so. I turn my head to check on him and see his eyes blink awake. He looks up at me with sad eyes.

"Please, please don't hurt me." I only chuckle at what he says.

"Hurt you? I just saves your sorry ass." I say, starting the car. The boy blinks again as I pull out of the school.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I seemed to have lost vision temporarily." He says. I just stare at him for a minute.

"Ugh." I manage to let out. He quickly changes the subject which I was thankful for.

"I'm Ellis, by the way, and I thank you for saving me back there." He pauses. "Also, if you don't mind me asking, where are we headed?"

I smile into the side door mirror of my car. "First off, my name is James. Secondly, I'm taking you to the hospital, Ellis, you seemed to have hit your head pretty hard." The boy wrinkles his nose up as I say that.

"Why couldn't you have just taken me to the nurses office? Or perhaps have the office alert my mother that I have been injured severely? We just met! For all I know you could be a... Could be a... Serial killer!" I roll my eyes at Ellis.

"Do you really think I'm a cereal killer? Do you think they would let a cereal killer into our school?" I ask him. "I mean, come on, a guy who stabs cereal for a living is such an idiot." Ellis looks at me dumbfounded and laughs slightly.

"You've got to be kidding me. Do you even know the definition of-?" He stops himself. "Never mind." He lays back on the car seat and shut his eyes. "Do you perhaps need a tutor, James?" He asks. When he asks me that I laugh quietly to myself before letting out a loud sigh.

"Actually? Since you bring that up, I do need a tutor." I look in the mirror and see the edges of Ellis's lips curl up.

"Sounds great. Since I am forever in your debt for helping me, I will tutor you for free."

I snort. "You are in the same grade as me, what makes you think you can tutor me if my own mother can't even help me with my homework?"

Ellis opens his eyes and turns his body to look at me.

"Because I am patient." He smiles and I look at the boy with a strange feeling overcoming my body. What was it? What was he making me feel? That question swarms through my head as I drive him to the hospital.

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