Disclaimer: Je ne possède pas Degrassi. If I did, not many pleasant things would happen.
A/N: I hate my computer... It removed my story due to "errors"... So I ahve to re-post this.
I have nothing against Marco/Dylan what so ever, so flames because of this material will be ignored. Pretend King of Pain didn't happen, that Marco can't accept being gay and Dylan isn't the saintly hockey player we see on TV. This is a little graphic and does contain some mature thoughts, so be warned.
"Please, don't do this." He pleads, his curly blonde hair falling into his eyes.
I've become oblivious to his pleading, his pseudo promises and stupid vows. They're all breakable, he knows it, I know it. He just has this idiotic idea that I'll stay with him any ways.
Does he really think I'm that stupid?
I'm breaking him. Slowly cutting out pieces of his heart with a butcher knife. He's bleeding tears. But I don't care. I can't care anymore. He took away everything from me, "all in the name of love". Because of him, my parents disowned me. My mother was so shocked that she didn't come out of her room for two weeks. My father, instead, beat me senseless.
"Papa no! Please, please no!" I cried as he brought his belt to my face for a millionth time.
He's the reason I'm not going to heaven. I'll be stuck in purgatory until God decides it's time to send me down to burn in hell for my sins. (1) Even a thousand confessions won't save me now. My flesh will burn forever because of him.
I'm considered utterly revolting at school because he not only kissed me in the hallway, but announced to the viewers that I was gay like him. Now my locker is permanently covered in a display reading "silly faggot, dicks are for chicks" and "go to hell homo".
He told me that he'd always love me, that I was the only one he'd ever be with. But a few days later I went to see him at his dorm, only to find him snogging with his new roommate, Antonio. I guess two years didn't really mean that much.
"Marco, can't you see that I love you?" He cries out to me, making yet another pathetic attempt to woo me.
"It's over. Good-bye Dylan." I say, letting the cold tone that has been ruling my vocal cords come out. I turn and enter the glass Degrassi doors, bringing up a barrier to forever lock him out.
I'm leaving him the exact way he left my life...
In shambles.
Fini. Feedback is welcome.
(1) Marco is most likely Catholic if he's Italian, so this would be a concern of his.