Life, Love, and Shotguns

It's a story that I can only describe as a bit of almost everything. It's mostly a romance.

 "Someone please help me!" I yell hoarsely into the chilled February air. I know no one will hear me. Even if they do they won't care. Well, all except for one person. Tears run down my face slowly and bitterly. "P-Please...someone...anyone..." I whispered as loud as I could while my voice cracked horribly on the last word. I can't believe he did this to me. He never liked me, but this is too far. I remember all of what lead up to this. It all started when I moved here in the summer and started at the local high school...
                                -Flashback-
   I came to this school with an already existent title. I have always been known as the "Emo F****t". Beautiful ain't it?. People see my scars and automatically title me emo. It gets so tiring when the counselor and teachers are always up your a*s trying to prevent you from killing yourself. If I wanted to kill myself I'd be dead already. I just like the feel of a razor against my skin. Also just because I'm a guy and I like guys, to put it simply homosexual or gay, I'm automatically called a f****t. Big whoop. I'm gay woo... Why don't we talk about it as if it's so shocking and horrible. People can be such morons. I've been called just about everything else alongside those two.
   The people at my new school are just like all the others. The same groups. The same attitudes. The same harassment. The only thing different is their faces. On the first day almost everyone picked on me except the people who kept to themselves, the other outcasts, and a really cute popular boy. The first two were expected but the last one had me curious and confused. Not only did he leave me alone, but he defended and helped me when some idiot jocks tried to beat me up. I didn't know who he was or why he was helping, but I was too afraid of getting beaten up to question it. The jocks left me alone and he asked if i was alright.
    I was still cowering back. You see, I'm extremely skinny and frail so getting beaten up wouldn't be to happy. He set a hand on my shaking pale shoulder. As he did so I jumped, not expecting to be touched. I looked over at the strange boy with glittering pinkish blue eyes. His face was flawless and such beautiful peachy toned skin. His lips looked so soft and full. His light brown hair catching glimpses of sunlight that shine through the schools windows. He was absolutely gorgeous and angelic looking. Again he asked if I was alright. His voice slightly deep. His voice didn't come out as strong as I expected. It was quiet and sweet.
     "Y-Yeah, I-I'm fine." I said mesmerized by him.   
   
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