Back story (bradley pov)

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I was born, in this toxic world. This cruel violent world, I never asked to be in. I never had a choice, I never got to choose what I wanted.

I go to my school, not many friends. I look around and see straight couples, boy girl, boy girl, boy girl. I felt something for a certain boy in my class, he smiled at me, and he laughed with me, I get so nervous around him.

He's the reason I smile. When I came home, I sat down at the table and decided to talk about him, the way he makes me feel. Their judgemental eyes pierce through my soul.

A slap across my face, shards of my heart and scattered over the floor.

I never knew having a simple crush could lead you to your whole life being shifted into your worst nightmare.

Now I don't have him anymore. I'm alone

I was forced into Camp New Grace Kids, to "pray the gay away" Isn't that funny?

I'm going to hell, aren't I? I try so hard, I pray until I cry myself to sleep. But no matter what, I'll always be a disappointment, a freak, a faggot.

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