Maybe, you're gonna be the one to save me.

-Fronk's pov-
I got back into the cubical, and opened up my sketchbook and skimmed through some of the pages, the latest page was stained with my blood. The dried blood was now a red brown colour. I slid the pen out from the ring binding. I started scratching the main shapes of a face, before filling it out with the pen, I began thinking... Thinking about everything that had happened, thinking about everything that could happen...
When I was younger my mom took me to an anti-gay protest thing outside my church, she made me carry a sign preaching why people shouldn't be free to love, 'gay is not okay'
I didn't know what it meant, I never thought it would apply to me. All the stonewall business in the uk and everything. The terror, my mom would disown me. This isn't something that I should have to choose between these two people...
I now found myself even deeper in thought, who would I choose. My serious crush... or my mother. My mother was lost, to me at least.
My mom, the lady who promised me everything, when she kinda caught wind of me being a little bit camp she went on a long rant about how men should be. My mother, I love her so much, but I don't know if we really have a future together, after the recent health decline that is. I try not to think of that.
I want to make my mom proud, I want her at my wedding, but I don't see why that means I have to compromise my happiness. The thought having to be with a woman never felt right, but I was always told I was a late bloomer whenever I brought it up even slightly. But now I'm pretty sure why I never liked girls. Never had an actual girlfriend, I mainly hung out with the girls that were now out as lesbians or something I don't know. I think one of them now is a boy, my mom flipped when she heard about the transgender kid at my school. That poor kid, I am pretty sure they are dead now. All the thought was kinda messing with my head, as my temples were now throbbing, as was my forehead. I rolled over, completely abandoning my drawing. It looked shit anyway. I turned over, now able to see myself in the small shaving mirror on the medication cabinet, groaning as I turned. My nose catching on the pillow making me groan a little louder. 'Are you okay honey?' Peggie called.
'Do you have any pain killers?' I asked weakly.
I heard some shuffling and then Peggie walked into my cubical, keys hanging from a floral lanyard.
'Are you going to be making a statement against James?' she asked unlocking the medication cabinet, I shrugged. Still unsure, I hadn't thought of it yet. 'I don't know,' I began, pulling myself up from my snuggled position, 'I don't see why I should.'
Peggie pulled out a box of Tylenol, popped out two tablets and passed them to me.
'Best keeping your head down, eh?' she murmured. I added a small groan to the conversation. 'Do you want to start packing your stuff?' she said, 'it's three, you'v got ten minutes. Until your new friend arrives.' We laughed together. Peggie was so liberal, I kinda loved it, she was the perfect mom. She is the kind of old lady you would find at a gay rights campaign holding a little rainbow flag. I smiled, to the thought. I hauled myself up from my bed. Peggie passed me my bag and I shoved my sketchbook into it. I couldn't wait to see Gerard again. I took out a spare t shirt from my bag, because I come prepared. It was just a plain black tee, it was my dad's it was like, an extra large; me being a small kid, just under five feet, it was huge. There was a knock at the door, I became more alert. Lo and behold, Gerard walked through the door.

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