It was a rainy day and I was sick of being trapped in my brother's friend's house so I went on an adventure. After walking for a little bit I came across a house. There were noises coming from it. It sounded like yelling but I couldn't make out what was being said. Soon the ceiling collapsed and there was a flash of light. I went to see what had happened. I found a person crushed under a giant rock. A hand was sticking out. I checked for a pulse, there was a light one. I levitated the rock off of the person. I realized that the person was a boy. He looked beaten up. He was barely breathing. I knew by the time the paramedics came he would have died. I healed him. His pulse became stronger but he remained unconscious.
The boy groaned and started to become conscious. He soon woke up, extremely confused.
" Who are you?" he asked.
" Dani, who are you and what happened here?" I asked.
" Marcus and what happened is none of your business. How am I alive?" Marcus asked.
" I saved your life." I replied. " And do you have a last name Marcus?"
" Why would you save me? And my last name's Braxton." Marcus was shocked. I could tell he hadn't seen much kindness.
" Cuz I felt like it and I wanted to know why you were under that rock." I told him. " Come to my brother's friend's house. I can convince my brother to take you in and give you a good home."
" Umm, Do I have a choice?" Marcus asked.
" Nope." I replied.
" Okay I'll come with you." Marcus slowly got up and stumbled a little. We walked out of his house and to my house. I told him about what his new life would be like. When we were about half way there when I changed the topic.
"How did you end up in this situation?" I asked.
" Long story" he replied.
" We have time." I said.
" I'd rather not." He looked upset like the memories he had weren't good.
" Okay is there anything you would like to share with me or ask me?" I asked.
" Are you and your brother homophobic?" He mumbled.
" Not at all, why" I responded.
" I'm gay." he said very quietly and rushed.
" Alright." I said.
" You're okay with that." He said almost astonished.
" Yes." I said. " So you lived here long?" I wondered.
" No only a couple months." Marcus shrugged.
" I don't live here either. I live in Hiddenville. It's a few hours away from here. A small town, not very diverse I'm afraid. But it can be changed." I told him.
" Na it's fine. I'm okay with blending in." He told me.
" You shouldn't be. Blending in is no fun." I informed him.
We soon got to my brother's friend's house and snuck up to the room I was staying at. Marcus was still a little weak and needed rest so he went to sleep. I went on my computer and looked him up. What I saw shocked me.