A/N: So..I have no idea where this came from my fingers just started typing away but..I think this is the best I've written so far. Honestly I'm stunned that I wrote this. My fingers took over as I listened to a lecture, and I just...Typed. I am very proud of this work nonetheless and I hope you all love it.
I thought the hardest thing I would ever face in my life was being gay. Then I thought it was being beaten to an inch of my life for being gay. Let me tell you: Neither one of them compares to losing your soulmate right after finding out they're your soulmate.
But let's back up a bit. My name is Blaine Anderson, and I was born in Westchester, Indiana. When I was born my biological parents saw that I had a boy's name for my soulmate, and they pretty much hated me since day one. Now I have two great parents, Stephanie and Lucille Anderson who chose me, and I couldn't feel more like their son. They live in Columbus, Ohio so I wasn't in Indiana for long. My moms had been set up with a social worker over there for the monthly check-ups to see how things are going, which lasted for the first year. They would try whenever they could to dress me in long sleeves to protect me, and as soon as I was old enough gave me a cuff to cover my soulmate's name.
By the time I turned five and went to school, they started noticing I wasn't acting like the other kids. I didn't like to get dirty, and I didn't like to fight even for play. I loved to read though, and as hard as the teachers tried to get me to interact, I would always sit at recess with a book until I got in trouble for not playing with the other kids which would always result with me sitting inside the classroom in time out. After a while I stopped crying, and stopped telling my parents because they wouldn't listen to them, and they kept doing it, though I never played with the other kids. That is until one boy transferred to my school, and became my best friend.
FLASHBACK
A shadow came over me when I was sitting on a bench. I tensed but otherwise didn't look up from my book thinking it was the teacher again.
"Hi! My name is Nick! What's your name?" I looked up.
"H-hi..M-my name is B-blaine." I answered quietly.
"Can I sit with you?" I shrugged and looked back down to my book.
"What are you reading?" I looked up confused. Why was he asking? No one ever asked what I'm reading.
"Junie B. Jones. Mommy used to read these when she was little, and she has all of them. This is the 3rd one. I'm still learning how to read though. Mommy lets me mark the words I don't understand with a pencil so she can help me say them later, and learn what they mean. We add them to flashcards."
"That's so cool! They must be REALLY old!"
"Yeah."
"Well, would you like to play a game?"
"No..I don't like the games the other kids play. They're too rough."
"We could just play hide and seek or something? I don't like the way the other kids play either."
"O-okay. Let me just go ask the teacher to help me put my book away."
"Wanna race?"
"Sure!" We stood up and got ready to run.
"1…2…3…GO!" We took off, and because I was smaller I was able to run a lot faster and beat him to Mrs. McCartney.
"Mrs. McCartney? Could I put my book up? Nick and I wanna play a game." She looked at me surprised.
"Sure Blaine! Of course! Come on sweetie. You want to come too Nick?"
"Yes please, ma'am."
"So polite. Come along then." We put my book away then walked back outside playing for the rest of recess, and even managed to stay clean. From then on we always sat together wherever we went which wasn't a problem since no one sat with me in the first place, and we started having sleepovers. We were inseparable.
END FLASHBACK
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Cut to seventh grade, and Nick and I were sitting on my bed doing homework.
"…Blaine?"
"Yeah Nick?" I continued doing homework.
"C-can we talk? I need to t-tell you something." I looked up then sensing how serious it was.
"Is everything alright?"
"Um..Depends on how you take what I'm about to tell you…"
"Okay." I turned to face him, worried now.
"I..I'm..Gay." Oh. Oh. I couldn't help it. I started laughing.
"Oh..Oh Nick." I tried to speak but I was laughing too hard. Nick jumped off the bed and walked for the door tears in his eyes. That immediately got me to stop.
"Nick! Nick wait! Nick I am too!" He froze in his steps.
"W-what?" He slowly turned around.
"I..I'm gay too. I haven't even told my moms yet. You are the only one that knows."
"I haven't told my parents yet either..So..You don't..Hate me? You..You're really gay?" I frowned.
"Nick, I wouldn't lie to you about this. Do you think that low of me?"
"No! No I'm sorry. I just..I thought I'd be the only one coming out tonight." I grinned.
"Can't let you have all the fun now can I?" We laughed and gave each other a hug.
"Hey Blaine?"
"Yeah?"
"We really need to stop hugging and study."
"Yeah. Right." We sat on the bed and got back to it, closer than ever.
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Its eighth grade now, and there is a Sadie Hawkins dance. We came out to our parents, and they all took it extremely well, though I knew mine would. Nick had no idea about his. We were at the dance with a group of friends, who knew we were gay and didn't care. We spent the evening with them dancing and having fun, and by the time nine came along we were walking out wait for our parents to pull up. That's when everything went black. Next thing I knew I woke up in the hospital. I tried to speak, but I ended up gagging, and my heart rate sped up setting off the monitors. My parents woke up and shouted for the doctors. They ran up to me, crying.
"Oh Blaine! S-sweetie everything is going to be okay!" The doctor and nurses were pulling them away.
"Let them help you honey! We're right here!" They proceeded to get the tube out, and I turned over coughing violently. They gave me water when I was able to sit back, and it helped sooth my throat.
"W-what happened? Why am I in the h-hospital?" I started coughing again.
"Honey you don't remember what happened?" I drank more water and then shook my head. I looked over and saw Nick sitting in a wheelchair with his leg in a full cast, and his arm in a sling, bandages around his head.
"N-Nick! W-what.." Then I remembered, it all came rushing back to me. I started to hyperventilate.
"Blaine. Blaine honey! Calm down! It's okay honey, no one can hurt you now!" I couldn't hear. Someone touched me, and I let out a blood-curdling scream.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO! P-PLEASE! D-DON'T HURT U-US! P-PLEASE!" They rushed Nick out of the room as he started to panic once I did.
"NICKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" All of a sudden everything in me turned to jelly.
"P-please.." Then darkness.
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That brings us to today. I was in the hospital for the month that was left in the school year, and they decided not to hold me back when it was so little time left considering what happened to me. I now to go Dalton Academy in Westerville, Ohio where my parents moved. I don't know what happened to Nick. His parents never wanted me to see him again, they didn't want him to be reminded of what happened, but I miss him every day. He was the only friend I had ever known.
Now..Before we get into this next part, you should know, not everyone survives after meeting their soulmate. We don't know why this happens, but some people just aren't strong enough to survive, though its rare, so I never thought in a million years that it would happen to me.
