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Tom and Bill walked along the lockers. "Look," someone said from behind, "it's Tom and his fag boyfriend!" The twins turned around. It was the school bully. "Just shut the fuck up." Tom shouted. The bully walked towards him. "What are you going to do about it, stupid?" He said, with his gang laughing. Tom felt furious. He clenched his fist and gave the bully a deserving punch. "What the fuck?!" The bully gasped with his hand over his cheek. "You little piece of shit. You're gonna get it!" With that, the bully gave Tom a hard kick in his stomach, making Tom kneel on his knees in pain. "STOP IT!" Bill shouted, helping Tom up. "Whatever, fag." The bully talked back and left.
"Tom, are you alright?" Bill asked, with his hand on his brother's shoulder and with tears streaming down his face. Bill was used to people calling him names. But, it was the first time he saw Tom fighting back. "Just leave me alone." Tom mumbled, shrugging Bill's hand off his shoulder. Bill watched his brother walk further and further away from him.
I've had it. I can't stand it anymore! Why do I have to get teased because of Bill? I'm not the fag. I'm not Bill. Why do I have such a twin? Why can't Bill look more like a boy? I'm sick of people teasing me because of that stupid fag, Tom thought angrily to himself. He's been tolerating this anger in him for a long time now. He just didn't want to voice it out. He knew that he'll hurt Bill's feelings if he did that. So, he just bottled it up inside him.
After school, Tom returned home, drunk. "What happened to you, Tom?" Bill asked, helping him to the couch. "Get your fucking hands off me, you fag." He said, shrugging Bill off. The younger twin gasped. "What did you call me?" Bill said, with tears welling up in his eyes. "I said, get your fucking hands off me, you FAG. Are you deaf or something," Tom repeated, "so, you're gay and deaf?" Bill looked at Tom in disbelief. "You're drunk, Tom. I'll bring you to your room." Bill whispered. His tears were already streaming down his cheeks. "I'm not!" Tom shouted at his brother. Bill immediately took his hands off him. "I'm sick of people making fun of me because I have a fag for a twin! For fuck's sake, Bill. You have a dick. Please act like you have one!" He shouted in Bill's face. "I hate it when the bullies tease me because of you. Why do they have to tease me? Like, hello? I'm not the gay here!" Tom continued. Bill broke down, with more tears streaming down his pale face. He couldn't believe it. Those words stabbed his heart. He couldn't believe that it came out from his brother's mouth. "What? You can't talk too?!" Tom shouted, shaking Bill by his shoulders. The feminine twin just continued crying, with nothing to say. Tom flopped onto the couch. "Stupid fag. I hate you. I fucking hate you. Can't you dress like a boy? Will you die without your freakin' makeup?" Tom mumbled. It was soft, but loud enough for Bill to hear him. Bill ran up to his room after hearing that last sentence. He couldn't take the torture anymore.
Tom woke up with a hangover the next day. Apparently, he had no idea of what happened yesterday. "Hey, Bill?" Tom shouted. There was no reply. Tom got up and walked up to the room they shared. "Bill?" Tom said. Bill turned around. He had no make up on. No eye-liner or mascara. He wasn't wearing any of his tight-fitting shirts, instead, he was wearing one of Tom's oversized tees. He looked very different. "What happened to you? Going for a new look?" Tom said jokingly. "No." Bill replied coldly. Tom shrugged. "We're going to be late for school," he continued, "let's go."
The twins received weird looks when they were in school. The bully and his gang didn't tease them either. Bill's makeover's worth it. No bullies or whatever, Tom thought happily to himself.
School was over in a blink of an eye. Tom enjoyed school today. How can he not? Nobody called him names. Nobody disturbed him. He went to Bill's classroom to wait for him. "Hey, Bill," Tom said, as soon as he saw his twin, "you wanna go to the CD store or something?" Bill ignored him. He asked again. "No," Bill replied coldly, "I have some stuff to do." Tom shrugged. "Alright then, if you say so. I'll go by my own." With that, Tom left, feeling puzzled about his brother's behavior today.
When Tom got home from the CD store, he heard strange noises. Like someone was dragging something upstairs. Tom ran up to the bedroom. There was Bill. He was putting all his makeup, hairspray and tight-fitting shirts into a black bag. Tom's jaw dropped. "Bill," he gasped, "what are you doing? Why are you throwing all your stuff away?" Bill didn't reply him. Tom grabbed his brother's hand. "What are you doing?" He said. Bill shrugged him off. "Get your fucking hands off me." Bill said angrily. Then, it hit him. This sentence was so familiar. Where and when did he hear it? Was it yesterday? Was it when he was fighting with the bully? He tried to recall. After a few seconds, he remembered. "Oh my God. I said those words." Tom mumbled under his breath, with yesterday's scene flashing through his mind. I said those words. I called my twin a fag, he thought. "Bill," he said, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it." Tears was welling up in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Bill. I was drunk." He apologized, hoping Bill would stop throwing all his stuff away. "BILL!" Tom shouted, with tears streaming down his face. His brother threw the bag onto the floor. "What do you want from me?" Bill shouted back. "Stop this. Please." He replied. Bill gave a cold laugh. "You called me a fag. I changed my look, dressing and now, when I'm throwing all these FAG stuff, you want me to stop?! What the fuck do you want from me, Tom? I'm doing all that I can to be a BOY. A boy with a DICK. What else do you want from me?!" Bill screamed. Tom was still crying. He hugged Bill and whispered, "I'm sorry, Bill. I shouldn't have said that. We're twins. I should accept who you are. I'm so sorry." Bill just stood there. He didn't know what to do. His tears were going to stream down his face. But, he was holding them back. He didn't want to be a softie. He was sick of that. He was sick of being emotional. Bill pushed his brother away. "I'm a boy now, Tom," he mumbled, "a real one. Not a fag." Then, he continued to throw out the stuff he didn't need anymore. The stuff he used when he was his old self. Tom left the room, with his heart broken. He lost his brother, his twin. After he left, Bill looked into his mirror. "I'm sorry, Tom." he whispered, letting all his tears he was holding back just now, flow. "I've changed. I'm not a fag anymore. You can't change me back. This is what you wanted, so you'll get it..."