Alex

In high school, he always bothered you in every way possible: he played pranks on you, tripped you, pushed you, said things about you, threw your notebooks around—any way he could. One day, he found some drawings your best friend had made. Yes, you liked him. He spread the word, everyone found out, and they started looking at you with disgust. Your parents kicked you out of the house, and some even started beating me up. My best friend? He was no exception. He looked at me with disgust. You tried to talk to Daniel—yes, that was his name—and he looked at you with disgust or simply ignored you. You ended up dropping out of high school, your life was ruined, you thought about suicide several times, but did your life have to end because of someone? Was being gay a sin? I got a job at a gas station, I lived in a small apartment with an elderly lady who took me in, my salary barely allowed me to survive.