“What the fuck is wrong with you, you dyke bitch?!?” Were my mom’s first words to me when I told her that I was lesbian. After those words I was sent upstairs with a hand print on my face.
As I was walking upstairs the only thing running through my mind was: How could she have said that…What should I do…I’m scared…I can’t believe that…Aren’t parents suppose to have unconditional love? Well obviously that’s a myth.
As I reached my bedroom door I opened it and realized, damn, I have a new life now… For the first time, I actually started seeing things differently. Because of that smack and those words? NO! Because I was different now, I AM different now. My life…has it changed for the better…or maybe the worst…will I ever know?
The next day at school, it was my turn once again to tell my friends. “You guys,” I began to say, “I need to tell yall something…I’m lesbian.” A few of them jumped back, a couple guy friends smiled at me, a few girl friends walked away. I looked to my guy friends: “I’m not kidding.”
That night I came home with only 3 friends left. I decided to convience myself that the other lot weren’t really my friends. Just socials… Well I buried my face in my pillow and said “I need to let this out, I need to. I have no friends, no one loves me, my family disowns me…no one loves me the way I love them. What am I going to do?”
That night I decided what I wanted to do. No friends, no life, no one will ever notice I’m gone…I thought to myself…
I snuck into the kitchen while everyone was asleep, I took a knife out of it’s holder. I swicthed it across my finger to make sure it was sharp. It drew blood so it was. I decided that I didn’t want to die like this at all! I want something quick, I don’t want to suffer anymore. I want to end this torture, and quick. A quick pace I made my way to my mom’s room where there was a gun cabinet. I reached inside and pulled out a lil hand gun. Since I was taught earlier in my life, I knew how to load it, I took a bullet and walked right out of my parents room unnoticed. I hurried outside and I walked away from my house, wondering where I should kill myself, I didn’t want to die in my house. Or did I? I walked back up to my house and up to my room. I thought: I want my parents to see what they’ve done, I want them to!
I loaded the gun, aimed…
“DIANA! What are you doing up so late?!” My mother called at me. Tears in my eyes from the pain of my mom’s voice. “Nothing, I’m about to put my lights out anyway.” I said to her. I heard her walk off. I waited there, listening silently in the night, the rain tapping on my window, my heart pounding, thump, thump, thump…
I woke up the next morning, gun still in hand. I checked the clock. I missed my bus, I’m missing school, everyone is gone! What a perfect chance I thought to myself… again. I checked the gun, aimed… All my pain has left me. I’m high rised above my body, looking down at the pain I went through, I was free now, no one could ever hurt me again…
The End…You figure out the moral, I’m not gonna tell you, I want to know what you think this story means.