I sit shivering, teeth all clenching, between sobs and inhales and exhales. Tears stream down my cheek like blood and fall majestically to the dilating pools of crimson under my feet. The house is silent now save the uncontrollable twitches of sound leaving my body with every involuntary whimper. No! I hated them, I wanted so badly for this night to come, it was meant to be. They asked for it. I could only take the beating, their hating me for being gay, for so long. The tears stop falling, this somehow just feels right. It's like a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. I can breathe now. I've found my way out of the open grave that they threw me in. Shoveling dirt in every time they hit me, or kicked me out of the house, or told me what a worthless piece of shit I was. I was just being me and if they can't deal with it then fuck them, fuck everyone.

(go home)