I hope you guys like my play at emotions which I'm bad at doing since I'm a terrible writer. Anyway this is a conversation between Shannon and I before our breaking.

This is it and I don't know anymore lol.

Shannon: "Hey Jeremiah, I..um.."

Me: "Yes Shannon."

Shannon: "I need to uh... ask you a question. Will you be my um..."

Me: "Go ahead ask me, you don't need to stutter."

Shannon: "Then will you be my... boyfriend?" I look at her with fear in my eyes. "Since we have been friends for like two years now and I have always liked you."

I get hit with sudden pain realizing that I have to break her heart. Me: "Um yea about that... it's kind of complicated I don't know if you will understand."

Shannon: "So is that a yes or a no."

Me: "I'm sorry, but it's a no... but not for the reasons you think. It's not that I don't like you, because I do just not in that way."

Shannon: "Why don't you like me in this way?"

Me: "I just don't, no you won't understand and I can't tell you"

Shannon: "Why can't you tell me, is it because I'm fat, I'm ugly?" Tears start swelling in Shannon's eyes

Me: "No it's not because you're fat or ugly." I get up and start walking away. "You just won't understand."

Shannon grabs my arm as I walk away Shannon: "What won't I understand, can you just tell me."

Me: "Let go of me!" I yank my arm from Shanna's grasp. I then storms off failing my arms in the air.

Shannon: "No wait."

Me: "Ok it's because I'm gay ok and I don't like girls only as a friend."

Shannon: "I know exactly how you feel."

Me: "No you don't know how it feels to be neglected by your parents and family the people who gave birth to you... the people who raised you. They treat me like shit and make me feel like shit and worthless." I lift my shirt on his left side a blue and purple bruise remains there. "This is from yesterday when my cousin pushed me on the ground then kicked me in the stomach." My eyes start to water down as I remember the pain I receive from my own family.

Shannon: "I do know how it feels to be neglected by your family and physically and mentally hurt by them." Shannon lifts her sleeves up revealing razor blade marks and bruises on her upper arm.

Shannon: "I'm just like you well a little different since I'm a girl and bisexual, but I'm treated the same." Shannon then opens her arms and I go into her arms letting out my tears on her shoulder.

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