The Boy With Scars

After i told frank i was gay we talked a bit more, became friends. The next week when we were walking home from school together (he only lived a block away from me) I asked him why he whore long sleeved shirts all the time. Even though i was pretty sure i knew he looked down at his arms and said "i.....i used to uuhh cut myself" he whispered quietly. I looked down at him sadly because it was hard to imagine someone as beautiful as him doing that to themselves. "it's okay." i said, then added " if you don't mind me asking...why did you?" i asked and he looked up at me and said "i don't mind....and...its kinda hard to talk about. can it wait til we get to my house?" he asked flashing me that amazing smile of his. "sure " i agreed.Once we were at his house we made our way up to his room even though we were the only ones at the house we didn't want to sit in the front room. As i sat down on his bed he started " It was freshman year....at my old school...i-i got bullied a lot...for being....gay..." i interrupted him "you mean you're?" i asked and he nodded, then continued "i was depressed a lot that year and on a really bad day i was done with everyone and all their shit so i decided to end it all. i was home alone so i walked down stairs grabbed a knife and tried to slit my wrists. my mom came home though before.....and she..took e to the hospital...and i lived. but i still have the scars and i-they scare people.They push away the people i want to be close and its all my fault" he said with tears in his eyes. i walked over to where he was sitting in a chair and i pulled him to his feet and hugged him. "you're not alone. Don't you ever forget that you have me. And don't forget that i'm not afraid of you and that's all that matters" i said and looked down at his tear stained face. God i wanted to kiss him....He doesn't like me like that though i thought. If i kissed him now it would ruin everything and i'd rather be friends and have him in my life for a long time than risk telling him how i feel and loosing him because, even though i hadn't known him very long he was important to me. "thank you" he whispered and hugged me again. i sat down on his bed next to him so he could cry on my shoulder and eventually i found myself getting tierd.....i looked down at him to see he was already alseep and i didn't want to wake him up. He looked so peacefull and cute. I felt my eyes drift shut and the next thing i knew i was asleep.

Notes

soo....there was that....not quite sure if i failed or not. i think so. sorry..