'He is a poof' my dads brown haired foregin girlfriend said as a slightly camp man spoke on the TV screen.

'Puff' I corrected 'you mean puff'

'Like e...a bit gay'

'yeah puff'

'I don't like him'

'OK, as long as you don't have anything against gays in general I wouldn't stand for that.' My dad looked at me with a disappointed expression ' hey everyone is entitled to their own opinion' even about that I thought, are you serious. I walked into the kitchen both to take out my diner plate and calm down. 'Everyone's entitled to their own sexual orientation aswell y' know' I said as I washed my hands. I went back into the living room and sat beside my open laptop for a few seconds. I sent a text to my friend Sabastian about what just happened, I think my dad likes to forget that I myself have had a girlfriend and when I mention that a lot of my friends aren't strait he says their to young. I hate when people say that but say a person is old enough to have a relationship with the opposite sex, what about equality. I wish I could talk to my friends Lian and Beth, they were straight but accepted me as did pretty much everyone in my year, and many in other years. Next best thing I searched my friend's YouTube channel, if I couldn't talk to him I could at least watch Lian's work, even if I wasn't a fan of video game montages it was something. After a while I picked up my laptop to take upstairs and do a bit of boxercise to Evenessence. After a few songs my thoughts went to the pocket knife I kept on my bedside table. i sat on my bed and lightly brushed my fingertips against my inner arm near the crook of my elbow. My thoughts drifted to the last time I'de had these thoughts, over a year ago when I had put up with three years of building tension as my relationship with my mother fell apart. The reason I didn't do it then was because I didn't know how to hide it, I knew now, I could do it. Unsheathing the blade I looked for the small first aid kit I kept in my room, it was hard to find and took about five minuets. I walked back and looked back at the blade, I opened the first aid kit and took out the plaster capsule; I took one out, just a small nic for my first, Turnaquet was playing on my computer, ' how fitting, my god my turnaquet' I sang. I stopped, 'your being stupid' coward I ignored the voice in the back of my head and put the blade back, returning it and the first aid kit to its original spot. I got up and put My Immortal on to resume boxing. Jab, jab, right, left, right hook, left hook, knee, knee, uppercut, uppercut. My eyes went back to the knife, no I moved it out of sight and continued shadow boxing. I went three years with worse than this, I pride myself on my mental strength for not resorting to that, the day I cut is the day I loose that.

I thought about contacting Kaemon but decided against it.

And now I'm on my computer writing a fanfic and wondering if the reader will put two and two together and realise were I got the idea.

Some of you might think I slipped Kaemon in hear just so I could put it in the digimon category and you're right but I actually thought of contacting my spirit animal Kalumae there.