Chandler's POV
I had better start at the beginning. My name is Chandler Scott. I was born in Dallas, Texas. My life was fairly good at first. I was born to a conservative Catholic family, and we never really had much, but what we did have we shared. My parents were controlling and over protective, so I really had no idea what the real world was like until the sixth grade. Since my parents had just given birth to their sixth child, they couldn't homeschool me anymore.
On my first day of school I met a boy. His name was Shawn. He was wearing a pink shirt, black basketball shorts, and bright red Nikes. Shawn had established himself as a person quite well even then. He had a medium sized, very popular group of friends and several best friends. He played basketball.
In case you're wondering, he was and still is as straight as anyone can be.
I became obsessed with him. Having grown up around my family only, I didn't know how to make friends. Frankly, I didn't mind; I was too shy to start conversations, and I was used to being lonely. But something about Shawn and the way he moved caused me to want to talk to him more than anything. I was crushing on him.
Keep in mind, my family is Catholic. They had never told me anything about anything unless it regarded our faith. As a result, I had no idea what it meant to be gay. I didn't realize it was even possible for a boy to have a crush on a boy.
And yet, there I was, crushing on a boy.
Shawn was in my science class, and one day the teacher gave us assigned seats because our class was too obnoxious. Before I knew what was going on, I was sitting inches away from Shawn. He ended up liking me, and talked to me all the time. It actually got pretty annoying, but it was also great. Being naïve, I told my parents about my only friend. I came to them, excited to tell them that I was happy.
They knew what it meant to be gay. My dad beat me until I had a broken arm, two black eyes, and belt marks everywhere. Then, in order to 'correct' me, he sent me to an all-boys boarding school in hopes of me starting to act like a man.
In the middle of 7th grade, my roommate, who is three years older than me, began to force me to give him blowjobs. I was twelve years old. This went on through most of 8th grade. I didn't know what to do, so I did something drastic and stupid. I attempted suicide. I overdosed on Aspirin.
The doctors found out what had been going between my roommate and me, and he is now in jail. But the damage was done. I spent the next three months in a mental hospital where I was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Schizophrenia, Multiple Personality Disorder, Bipolar Disorder, and clinical depression. But eventually, they let me out.
Because the private boarding had obviously been a mistake, my parents decided to send me back to the middle school where I met Shawn. Seeing him reminded me of how much I liked him, and my feelings only grew. I joined the basketball team and hung out with Shawn. I was happy. So naturally, I had to ruin it.
By now I had started high school. I told Shawn everything. And he couldn't have cared less. He decided it would be a good idea to tell everyone. I was terribly sad and I began cutting myself. One thing lead to another, and I found myself in the hospital once again, having drunk furniture polish. Two months later, I was back at the mental hospital. When they finally let me out, my freshman year was nearly over. My dad had lost his job and became depressed. He took his anger and frustration out on me, beating me daily. I had had enough. I confronted him and told him I was leaving. Of course, he tried to stop me, but I threatened to call Child Protective Services. I ran away. That was the last I saw of my family. I haven't seen Shawn since my second suicide attempt. The last thing he said to me was, "Faggots like you should never have been born."