Hiya!
Tw: Depressing thoughts, bulling, Cutting, the 'f' word slur
If you are uncomfortable with any of these warnings go to a different story and stop reading

Enjoy~

Jeremy's P.O.V

School was ending it's day so as usual I go to my locker and put my stuff away. I open my locker and put my books in, and shut my locker door.

I walk away but before being shoved against the lockers. I wince at the pain on my back, I open my eyes and see two figures

"Hey, look John it's the faggot, Where's your little Boyfriend" Thomas teased

"Yo! I think he just got done blowjobing him" John Snickered

I rolled my eyes, and kick Thomas in the balls
"Fuck off! I don't want any Problems just let me go to and I won't report this to the principal" I threaten. But they both just laughed

Thomas stood up straight and grab me by the collar
"Look here, faggot I want to beat you so your boyfriend knows not to back talk me!" Thomas punched me in the eye giving me a black eye, he punched me in the stomach and dropping me on the floor.

"Make sure your boyfriend know we did this" Thomas and John walked away

Le'time skip💚

I walked to Michael's house with a black eye, and a hurt stomach, how am I going to explain this to Michael.

I arrive at his house and rung the door bell and waited for somebody to answer. I heard the door click.

"Hey Jer- What Happened to you!?" Michael asked worriedly, I smiled and straighten up
"Oh, I tripped and hurt my eye on a door knob but I'm fine. Just hurts when you touch it" Michael scan my body for anymore injuries and sighed

"Come in, I don't want you hurting yourself" You don't even know half of it....
I walk inside the house and immediately went to the bathroom

"Jer? You need to go that bad?" I nodded and close the door...

I put my bag on the toilet seat and look at myself in the mirror
'You look awful, so skinny, so scrawny, you can't even fight on your own, you are like a lost dog never being found, You can end it here right now, but what use will that take if you your so called friend see you dead in his parents house....
He would hate you and think your pathetic....or you can make yourself feel relieved from the painfull thoughts and just...."

"Cut,Cut,Cut, all the way
Let the blood stream from you,
And release all the pain
Cut,Cut,Cut the pain will go away.
If you make a mistake then you
Cut,Cut,Cut
Let the blood stream from your wrist
Cut,Cut,Cut all the way~"

I sang quietly to myself, while watching my arm bleed from my many cuts. I smiled and rinse off my arm

"Jeremy? You been in there for about 5 minutes now you okay?" I heard Michael's Voice.
"Yeah, just gimme a minute to wash my hands" I lied, I lie often but it's good to lie sometimes

"Okay, hurry though our game is waiting in the basement seya in there" I heard his footsteps fade away, I look at my arm and hover my arm below the faucet and turn the water on.

I cleaned up, bandaged by arm, and made sure there's no evidence of my cutting. I made my way out of the bathroom and into the basement

"Hey Dude! I was getting worried, you okay?" I smiled and sat next to him on the second bean bag
"Yep, just been holding it in" I grab my controller
"Well, I'm pretty confident we're going to beat level nine! You ready player 2?" I smirked

"You bet your sweet ass, I do...Let's beat this thing!" I said cheery, Michael started the game and it was

Game On!

Happy Pride Month
Bi day!!!
I made up the song...
You guys/Girls/They are amazing and awesome!!!

Bye~😘😻