The room is spinning.
"You're... You're gay?" My Mum stumbles.
I reach out, seeking the hand of my lover. She clasps it quickly, embracing my hand in hers.
"Are you sure?" My Dad pushes on.
"Yes. I love her," I smile hoping they will return it. They don't move a muscle.
"Are you positive?" My Mum nags.
"Are you questioning my sexuality? I'm sure," I moan.
They go silent again. I can feel my heartbeat echo throughout the room, which suddenly feels empty. I feel empty.
"Emma, how could you do this to us? After everything we've done for you, after bringing you up-"
"Your opinion won't change the way I feel about her!" I cry.
"Bethany, you should leave. Emma go to your room."
I start to walk towards the front door.
"No, go to your room." My Dad commands through tight teeth.
When I reach the top of the stairs, I hear the front door slam.
Bang. I slam my door.
I collapse onto my bed.
Dead.
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