{Trigger warning! Attempted suicide, trans charcter going through disphoria and other struggles.}
Born as Gabrielle Marie Lafayette, he was simply never right. You see, 'she' was a boy. They simply knew that they were not meant to be this way...
He started to go by 'Laf' and 'Mars' at five. Started dressing more masculine at seven. Found out he was never a 'she' at all and that he was a boy at ten. Started binding his chest with medical wrap at twelve {PS: This is never a good idea}. Packing started at fourteen.
Lafayette was an illegitimate child of a wealthy family. The youngest of four, he wasn't cared about. He was unwanted. His siblings pretended they didn't know him, his parents never spoke to him or of him. This was always how it was, but that was most spite in their eyes when they spared him glance now... Lafayette was smart and almost happy for a while. Though, when everyone still calls you she and your family thinks you're lesbian and hates more you for it... It's hard not to feel worthless.
Maybe he should just leave. Forever.
When he gets into heaven, they're gonig to fix the little mix up. They wrote simply, on a slip of paper:
'Bojour, jusqu'à ce qu'on se revoie.'
Until we meet again...
Lafayette ate what he believed to be his last meal of white wine and marshmallows. There was a certain resignation to it, he was almost pleased. He tossed the pills hand to hand.
Is this really what he wanted?
Laf looked down at the dining room's wooden floor. Some part of him wanted nothing more than to die. The French boy threw a few down his throat. Chugging some the drink. Not giving himself time to think. He repeated the process. Until he fell to the ground. He clutched his stomach, it felt like he swallowed hot oil. It burned.
Bile rose up his throat as he started coughing up a mix of blood, pills and white fragments. They were found by a maid.
Alive.
Soon, everyone knew. He wasn't Gabrielle De Antoinette Marie Lafayette anymore, he was the rich trans kid who tried to commit sucide. He wasn't a teenager, he was media's outlet for beliefs. he was just part of an event you cite to prove your point.
One news station used this as 'proof' that trangender people were unstable and mentally ill... Another used him like a sad rescue dog in those commercials they play on TV to make you feel bad.
That's when he decided he'd had enough.
No more than an week after getting out of the hospital, he signed up for a foreign exchange program. Lafayette was going to go to the United States and never leaving.
He wanted to live life as himself. Lafayette was going to be enough. Be who he was, but that meant no one could know.
The 'Female' on his report was a mistake, the pain in his ribs was from sports, his voice was high for a boy because... It just was and he didn't know how to swim. Laf would create other lies as he went along. He didn't like deceiving people, but he really just wanted to stay living this life of a cis man.
It was just easier, better...
That's what Lafayette thought at least, with his lack of pride.
He thought he had to keep it hidden.
{It gets better, I swear.}