Recently, gay bullying has become a very serious issue. And not just gay bullying— but other forms as well. I wanted to create a story that meant something. So I drank some high grade alcohol and sat down to write. This is what became of it... I know it's a bit sort as of right now but it will get better! So, enjoy my lovelies. :)

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Grenade

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o1: Scapegoat

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She had a gun stored in her backpack—she wasn't too keen on using it, but just in case, she had it stored there. It was her father's gun, from the box in her parents' wardrobe. Get Fitch, is what was labelled on the box. Her father was always so fucking proud of the Fitch family name that he even put it to title a small fucking box that contained a deadly weapon. Get Fitch, Emily mumbled to herself. She had to laugh at that. Get Fitch—something she would never be in the eyes of her family. She would never be anything in the eyes of anyone; she had come to that conclusion by then. Invisible. An invisible Fitch? No, that just won't do. Emily had never shot a gun before, not ever, but how hard could it be? After all—all she really wanted to do was get rid of that incessant pain.

It wasn't only her family.

The tiny redhead had come out to everyone. She couldn't hide being her true self any longer. She just wanted to be free. But it hadn't turned out that way. The poor girl was being tortured everywhere. She didn't understand it; why is it such a bloody crime to be gay? But that's the question though, innit?

"Move out of the way, stupid muff munching bitch!"

Emily quickly turned around to face the direction from which the crude voice had come from. She couldn't tell who said it. There were students coming from every which way. It didn't matter who said it. She had enough—she was ready to end her life, right there in the corridor. Maybe her suicide would send a message.

She slid her backpack off her shoulder and into her hand, unzipping it, and reaching inside. Nothing but fear coursing through her veins. Her soul on fire at that very moment.

"Why the fuck are you in everyone's way? Loser."

Emily looked up, anger apparent in her eyes, as she watched the nameless girl pushed past her. She was going to do it.

"Shut the fuck up, arsehole!" A beautiful blonde screamed toward the nameless bitch.

The blonde took Emily by the arm and pulled her over toward some lockers. Emily grunted as her shoulder connected with the locker, making a hollow clank. The redhead tried to push past the blonde so she could get it over with. All she wanted was to end the pain. But for some unknown reason, the blonde wouldn't let go of Emily's arm.

"What do you want?" Emily questioned, with a sad tone.

"Posh bitch that one, ain't she?" The blonde smiled. A real smile. Emily could always tell the real ones from the fake ones. She could tell because… no one ever really smiled at Emily. The realisation of that broke her heart. "Where you going then?"

"No where." She quickly answered. The backpack was now zippered up and back over her shoulder. She'd lost her nerve. "Mind?" Emily tried to push past her—yet again.

The blonde was still smiling. "Of course I mind. I'm talking here."

Emily sighed, she had nothing to say to this girl. "Please, move?"

"I'm Naomi." The girl declared her name and stuck out her hand as an invitation to introduce herself as well.

"Emily."

"Fitch. I know." Naomi tossed her arm across Emily's shoulders and began walking with her after they'd heard the bell. "What are you up to this weekend?"

"Uhm-"

"Good. Then you'll come to my mate's pyjama party, yeah?" Naomi let loose her arm. "I've been meaning to invite you."

The redhead mumbled, "You don't even know me."

"Yeah I do. You're Emily Fitch."

"That's all you know."

"Well, maybe I want to know more."

Emily let out a sarcastic laugh, "Oh yeah. So you can slag me off to your friends behind my back? Fuck off, yeah? Naomi…" She stormed off into her classroom—leaving a sting in Naomi's world.

That's not what I meant, Naomi thought to herself. It truly wasn't. Because Naomi Campbell had been watching Emily Fitch for years. She had urges to walk up and introduce herself, but something always held her back. However, today was different—she had heard the rumours going around the college; most likely all of them false. She decided to reach out to Emily. Because after all, even just one friend matters.

Yes, yes. It's a bit short. Erm… say 931 words short? But fuck it. I'm sleepy and I don't even know if you guys will like it. So review.