A/N: Please review if you're liking the story! It will inspire me to write quicker and get more chapters up. This story was published on my tumblr, so, if you have read it already it is from there!
Prologue:
I am a homosexual.
A.
Dirty.
Queer.
"Cock sucker"
"Faggot"
"Fruit"
"Homo"
I fucked Lisa and Becca, Stacey and Audrey, Mandy and Kelsey and that other chick. What was her name? Keira? Kate? Molly? Holly? I don't care; I'll forget their name as I'm slamming myself into them, one after the other, picturing a slender and curve free guy writhing under me.
For a few moments I'll forget that I'm a disgrace to my football team.
For a few moments I'll forget that my parent's will be disappointed in who I am if I ever tell them.
For a few moments I'll forget that my father will see me as less of a man.
For a few moments I'll forget that I have fallen in love with my innocent, pure best friend who will want nothing to do with a dirty faggot like me.
And for a few more moments I'll forget that my brother would think differently of me.
And if the sex or the alcohol or even the drugs aren't enough, I'll go home and sink that thin, cold razor into my scarred up skin. And for a little while I'll watch as the blood seeps from my wrist and onto the bathroom floor. I'll forget that I'm a freak and that no one stays.