Becoming Blaine Warbler (revised)
October 12
Normal: adjective
Conforming to the standard or the common type; not abnormal; regular; natural
Serving to establish a standard
Well journal, I do not fit this criteria do I? No I do not. I am the abnormal middle child of the Anderson household. I am not the musically superior eldest son, the musical protégé, or the super intelligent ten year old science nerd daughter. I am the middle child. The screw up. The GAY who imperfects the perfect family name. Why me? Here I am stuck in a hospital bed, 15 years old and the victim of a hate crime. All Chuck and I were doing was hanging out at a freaking dance and those jackasses had to….
…. I hope Chuck is ok. Granted we are just friends it would still kill me if he is really hurt. He had to play the hero. The older junior protecting the little freshmen, does Vince know what happened?
Alright hospitals shrink, because I know you are going to read this, here is everything. This is what led up to and happened during the attack. Just so you know!
Earlier this year, word got out that I had a crush on the varsity soccer team captain Jim. I had been on JV prior to this information spreading through the school like wildfire, so we were in the same group. They made my life hell after even a small doubt went through their heads let alone the truth when my dad was screaming in the guidance counselor's office about his stupid gay son. Life was miserable after that. At home I had the verbal abuse from dad; mom wouldn't do anything to stop it. Perfect big brother away at college, prefect little sister winning science fairs and spelling bees, and me causing issues. School was the name calling, the locker shoves, the dumpster dives, and the physical abuse.
Chuck transferred just after Christmas break, from Massachusetts. That's right, the state of Barney Frank, and the first state to legalize gay marriage. Chuck is a proud gay; no one could get him down. His parents had just divorced and he moved to our lovely state of Ohio to be with her family out here. He and his boyfriend Vince are trying the long distance thing. They seem like a good solid couple, it sucks that there is so much distance between them.
Chuck being older, and more used to being out and proud in the world took me under his wing. Kept me as safe as he could from the glares of conservative Ohio. I guess with him there to act like an older brother I forgot how evil conservative America can be, because I wanted to go to the Sadie Hawkins dance. Chuck and I went together, his mom's accepting boyfriend drove us there and was going to pick us up after. Just as friends, we went and just had a good time hanging out in a "normal" high school setting.
It is what happened when we were waiting for our ride that it happened. Jim, some of the hockey kids, and the football players were all just hanging out. We weren't paying attention, we were laughing at some text Vince had sent Chuck about being a good boy or something. They crowded us, Chuck is a pacifist for the most part, but just in case he pushed me behind him. The jocks were all shouting slurs at us, it all just became loud. Chuck kept his voice calm, I do remember that. But the next thing I remember clearly was waking up here in this ugly hospital room.
I hope Chuck is ok; he was only trying to protect me. I hope his mom called Vince. No one will tell me what is going on. They just want me to talk to you. And I won't. So you're making me write it all down. So there you go. Now tell me is Chuck ok?