Vision

After we were all done admitting things, Patrick when to go call Brendon and try to talk some sense into him and Gerard and I, well, if I’m going to be honest, we went back to Gerard’s room to make out for as long as Patrick would let us.
It was like a huge weight had been lifted off of my shoulders, I couldn’t believe how accepting they were of me. After Patrick got off the phone with Brendon, we all sat down in the living room and just talked. We talked about Patrick’s solo project, we talked about Gerard’s band, and we talked about my transitioning. Patrick even said he would help me get any hormones I needed or help pay for surgery if that’s what I wanted. I told him I wasn’t ready for surgery yet but having him help pay for hormones would be a blessing. Maybe then I could finally grow facial hair, join the stubble club.
Then came the even harder part, figuring out how I would get back to my family. My sister had been helping me along but her minimum wage job just wasn’t enough to support us both and my transphobic mother was the reason I tried to kill myself.
So what did we do, us three musketeers, called my sister, brought her over, watched her freak out over two of her favorite band members, and then we tracked down our long-lost father. Our mother had walked out on him when my sister was 4, before I was even born. He knew I existed but my mother refused to speak of him or let him contact us, she wouldn’t even accept child support from him.
We met plenty of dead ends in 6 hours, but on the dot of the 7th hour, we all heard the shout from the phone at my sister’s ear.
“Yeah, it’s really me. Yeah, she still does that. How can I prove it? It’s her left foot and over the years it’s morphed into more of a soggy moth. I told you it was me…Dad.”
We all cried tears of joy, she gave our newfound father the address of Patrick’s apartment and we all met outside the building. He looked just like my sister but the first words out of his mouth to me were
“Hi Chris,” his eyes shined with unshed tears but his smile was true, “ my son.”

Notes

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