Same Love *Complete*

*Complete* Michel is a 16 year old boy, who is different from the rest. He goes to school and starts to have feeling for his best friend, who is a boy. He choices to not ever act on those feelings, but how long can he act like he has nothing different about him.


8. Thanks A Lot

Thanks A Lot

I walk into school and people are whispering and laughing, did Brett get another girl pregnant.

I walk into the boys locker room for gym but Aaron pushes me out.

"Sorry no homo is going to watch me change and take a shower." Aaron says.

"What are you talking about?" I ask going to walk back in but Gavin pushes me back out.

"You know, homo." Gavin says.

"I'm not a homo." I say.

"Then explain this." Brett says showing his phone, it was a picture of me and Gabe kissing.

"That's photo shopped." I say.

"No it's not. I can tell." Aaron says.

"Hey Noah have anything to say about this." He looks a the phone and he went from happy to upset, it looked as if he was broken. He looks at me in anger. He chucks the basketball at my nuts.

"No homos aloud." I fall to the ground in pain.

"Can I talk to you Noah?" I ask.

"No I don't talk to gays." Noah says.

I felt my heart break a little. He was my best friend, I hate myself. I hate the way god made me. I run out of the locker room and out of the school.

I run all the way to my car and I drive home. Good my mom isn't home.

I hate how I was made this way. I was made out of sin. I hate myself. I hate life.

I don't understand what's wrong with being this way.

Nothing, at least I think nothing.

I push somethings off my dresser in anger.

I start pacing back in fourth in my room.

I hate myself and I hate life.

That thought went back in fourth in my head. I grab my teen fashion magazine and I chuck it at my mirror. Then I pick up a thick bridal magazine and I chuck it at the mirror. It cracked the mirror some. I walk over and I run my hand down the mirror. My refection is messed up and broken, like me. I look at my fingers, they were bleeding a lot from the broken mirror. I didn't even attempt to wipe my hands off.

Blood was on the floor. Drop after drop.

I take my laptop with pictures from the five hot boys from One Direction saved on it and I chuck it at the wall. I made a dent in the wall. I'm taking everything that made me gay, and ruined it.

I take my pink shirts and I tear them. While I was tearing one I hit my throat. I fall to the ground. I can't breath. I start sweating and my face turns red. A puddle of blood is made on the ground from my hand.

God this is the day I'm going to die. Oh my gosh this is it.

I haven't taken a breath in a minute. My face is turning blue. I lay on the ground and I close my eyes accepting the fact I'm dying. Then I try to breath one last time and air enters my lungs.

I attempt to talk, no words will come out right. I keep going with ruining everything.

I have ripped every last shirt and scarf, but one scarf. I rip. And as the last thread rips my mom walks in.

"Michel Baxter! I got a call from your school saying you left school. What did you do to your room." She sees my hand.

"Good god what did you do to your hand?" She says gasping and looking at my hand.

"Are you just not going to answer me?" My mom asks.

"I h-" I take a break it really hurts to talk, "h- hit m-my" I stop again, 'thr-" And I pass out. I don't know if it was the great pain from trying to talk or the fact I've been bleeding so much.

I lay there blacked out.

You know, if this is the day I'm dying, I'm okay with that. My father has came back and my mom is back with him after he left me when I was two when my mom needed him most, my best friend hates me because I'm gay, everyone hates me because I'm gay... The only good thing left in my life is Gabe. I'm going to miss him, if there's a heaven and hell, I'm going to hell for sure.

I wonder how the after life is, I'm sure it's 1,000 times better then this.

I'm certain.

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