Author's note:
Hey guys. Thanks for reading this. At this point I'm not sure if I'll complete this or not. The last chapter is supposed to be the end, but I may continue this story. I originally wrote it because two of my gay friends asked me if I would write a story about them. I said sure. I wanted it to be a good story, not a pointless oneshot (though some of those are very good), or a plot-less story with no point. Sadly, it took the death of one of them to spark an idea.
They'd been going out for a while, when one broke up with the other one after getting into a fight. Notice I'm not using names? The living boy didn't want either names mentioned. I'm going to respect his request. One of the boys truly had a cutting problem. He got counseling for it when he was about thirteen, but his problem was never completely fixed. Sadly the one who mutilated himself went too far.
His parents found him in his room bleeding to death. They called 911 and he got to a hospital. He went into a coma from the blood loss. They gave him a blood transfusion and it worked. They stitched him up, and he came to after being in the coma for about an hour and a half. When the doctors and nurses left the room, he got out of his hospital bed and went over to where his pants were. He'd left the razor in his pants pocket. He decided to cut open his stitches again. Why? We'll never know.
I guess he truly wanted to die. All his friends miss him, and he'll never be forgotten. As you can tell, I changed the part where Fang dies from what I described above to what's in chapter 6.
Like I said in the description, this story is based on these two boys, but obviously there are some parts that didn't happen. For instance, the wings, the bomb. But they were shunned by former "friends". That's who the flock represented. Max represented the ones who didn't care at all, even after a tragic death. They showed support at the time, but never indicated a true change of heart. Nudge was the group of people that were sincerely sorry for the hatred they showed while one of the boys was alive. Angel and Gazzy represented the group of people that didn't really hate them, but wanted to fit in so they didn't break the mold by talking to or hanging out with the boys.
But I basically wrote this to get a message out there. Hate is never the answer to dealing with problems. The world is changing so much, and America as a country is becoming much more liberal. We're not following the Christian principals we were founded on anymore. I myself don't like many of the changes we're making, but I'm not going to deal with them by hating all the things and people involved and affected by these changes. I'll continue to treat everyone, no matter the sexual orientation or religion they are, equally. I may not agree with their world views and lifestyle, but I think everyone deserves a second chance. God gave everyone in the whole entire world a second chance sometimes even third and fourth chances, (yes, I am a God fearing Christian) so why can't people? That's the only question I have. If you don't like something, change it. Tell them why you think what they're doing is wrong, and then continue to prove why it is wrong. But by all means, if they don't accept it, don't force them.
Thanks for taking the time to listen. Love you all!