Connor's POV

So I put on several layers of clothes and I'm still cold.

Fucking Larry just had to be such a homophobic dick and not even drive his son to school when it's literally snowing.

Ah, I didn't really explain my situation that well. I was born a girl. My birth name is Claire Elizabeth Murphy.

Last week I came out to my family as gay and trans and clearly they didn't take it very well.

Most of my life, I've been close with my sister, Zoe, but as of her going into high school, she's become distant and almost as if she's embarrassed to be around me.

I almost made it have way to school when I girl from my chemistry class, Alana, drove slowly next to me "hey, youre Claire right? Zoe's-".

Before she said sister, god I hate that, I stopped her, " Brother. Connor"

She smiled and stopped.

"Do you wanna ride? Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. My cousin is trans and he's like, totally the coolest person ever".

She's not afraid of me? She's not giving me glares of 'hey, go kill yourself'.

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Little did I know that Alana would become a close friend.

I told her everything from how I hate rose because their so damn cliche to my family mentally and physically abusing me for being queer.

She wanted to help every way she could but I insisted that something good will come out of this.

Normally it was Larry who hit me and my mom just stood in the background, giving me insults like 'fag', 'tranny' and even 'it'.

Never ever had Zoe did anything. Until..

"Claire Murphy this conversation is not over" My mom called as I started for the stairs.

Before I could make it to the stairs, Larry pulled me back into the dining room forcefully.

"I said my name is Connor. I am Connor Murphy." I stated looking up at them with confident eyes.

Zoe looked up at me, face full of tears and pure anger "You're right. You're Connor Murphy. The fucking freak that everybody is afraid and would rather you be dead for all they care! You are Connor Murphy."

The rest of the room was silent besides from Zoe's sobs.

"I'm going to Alana's." I whisper fleeing from the scene before anything worse happened.

I made it up to my room and locked the door behind me. I grab a bag and and start packing a week worth of clothes and my hoodies, my sketchbooks, my old camera, and a picture of me and Zoe when we were at the zoo when we were seven.

I climbed out the window and fled to Alana's house. Her house wasn't that fair but it wasn't smart to run. I should've walked.

We I made it there, I knocked on her door. Suddenly, everything that had just happened came back to me.

When she opened her door, My face was drenched in tears.

Her face went from confused to utter sadness.

She pulled me to her room and got me a glass of water.

I couldn't breathe.

My vision was filled with tears. I couldn't see.

"Connor, Connor listen to me" She said almost in tears herself. "Connor what happened? What did they do?"

I never shown the scars that they gave me. I'm done, I can't hide them anymore.

"Connor, show me" She whispers and pulls me into a tight hug.

When we seperated, I went to the bathroom and took off my clothes. We've seen each other in our undergarments before so it was no big deal.

I looked in the mirror and almost broke down again.

Scratches, scars, bruises e
Everything you'd ever think.

I walked back to her room and she started sobbing. Genuine tears.

"Oh, Connor.."