Chapter 2

After history I had to go to that stupid biology class. Mrs. Robinson is our teacher, this ugly old hag who thought her body look like she was still 20, but she was pushing 60! She always came in wearing the skimpiest outfits with a Starbucks coffee cup. And I swear she has like 15 different iPhones because she brings in a new one everyday. I cant stand her guts but i know this creep has a crush on me. She always passes me and is always wanting to put me in front of the class as her “Golden Student” I know I’m not though I barley do any work, and yet I'm still passing with a 100%. This time in class though… She gave me this look… Like she wanted to strangle me. 

“MISTER FREEMON!” She yelled out.

“Its Freeman” I sarcastically replied, I don't think she likes sarcasm because that only made her madder. 

“Get you backside to the front of this room at once!”

“Ok…”

“Class this right here is a failure. A pure waste of space. This boy who barley does any work for me and thinks that he can pass my class like this, and you Mr. Freemon, do you have anything to say for yourself.”

“I…I…” Thats all I could say. What was with this sudden change of heart?

“Exactly! Nothing to say! Just go to your seat and do your work for once in your life worthless life.”

What could I have said. Why is she treating me like this. The class is roaring with laughter.  What do I do. What do I do. There… is a pen in my hand… 

You know what you must do.

Not you again. The voice in my head… That f*****g voice… Its what made me cut myself. It cant come back! Please don't come back!

You know what you must do.

Stop trying to control me! 

Kill yourself

NO! You cant do this to me again. NOT AGAIN!!

Its too late. Ive already done it.

He was right. Blood was running down my arm. I hear people screaming. Two big guys came and picked me up out of my seat. I don't know why though its just blood, I don't even feel it. I do feel tired though so Im gonna go to sleep. 

I woke up in a hospital bed. I touch my arm… at least the pen is out. 

“Why did you do it, Adam?” a voice said. My vision is still blurry, but I can make out the figure from how tall it was. It was my mother. She was standing outer me. Mother never

 really like me. Mother never really liked the idea of a son. She always wanted a daughter and would try to dress me up as one. So when I didn't comply she would say she hates me and that Im a disgrace. I don't hate her for this, but if only she knew that I was gay… Maybe she would treat me differently

“Tell me why you did it, Adam.” She said again.

“I don't know, I just didn't have control of my body” I replied.  

“Well then who did! Because it look to me like that voice is back!”

If only she knew…

  “I just don't know… Im sorry” 

What if i told her?

Please don't, I don't want her to worry about me.

But its the truth. Don't you want to tell the truth to your mother. 

Yes, but…

But you don't want her to treat you differently.

“Fine don't tell me. You have school again in two days.” Mother said with an angry voice.

I don't want to go back.

Then tell her.

I CANT.

Then prepare to suffer all over again.

I’ll suffer if it mean she doesn't know.

Then so be it.