Prologue
I drew the silver pain across my arm, an ocean of red welling up. I wish I could forget him and just go back to the way I was, before I met him. I had confessed my love for him and he turned me down flat. Usually I would just forget about an incident like that and move on. It was the way he had said it that put me in this position. His exact words were 'go die you ugly fugging fag. You dont deserve to live.' I handeled the fag part okay. It was the 'go die' part that hurt. We were room-mates so I knew how awkward it would be if I was here still. So I was ending it. Dragging the razor down low across my arm - until I felt the stiffness of bone under it - I prepared for death. It was about to come, I could see the white light now - just waiting for me. That was, until I felt overly warm arms grasp me and a cold voice yell at me. That same voice had spoken cruel words to me just 1/2 an hour earlier.