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Learning to FlyBy: Daniel (Apple_Eh_1) |
He looked around the classroom. The eyes that looked back were hungry for victims. He was it. The bodies attached to those eyes threw things at him...insults, paper, anything. The teacher didn't notice. Even if he did, why should he care? Nobody cared about him, why would they?
To them Jake was a simple boy. He did his homework, he did his good turns...but he had one fault which they all held against him. For some reason this made him non-human. Not worthy of emotions, thoughts or feelings. He lived through the torment of hateful stares and glares everyday of his life. Jake was gay.
Jake was a lot less different then everyone thought. He listened to music, like them. He liked to write and read a lot. He was an artist. His favourite colour was blue, like most of the others in his class. He loved to paint. Most of all he loved to paint birds.
He loved nature and everything about it. He liked birds. He wished he was a bird. He wished he could fly. He could fly where ever he wanted, away from the others, away from their words, their eyes. He could fly to somewhere where he belonged. He could fly home.
It had been Jake's dream since childhood to fly. He wanted to fly a plane or a helicopter or a glider. He wanted to parachute. He wanted to do anything, as long as it was flying. He loved it. He dreamt he was flying. Flying high above the sky, above the clouds. He was above everything.
This was not a reality as he was painfully reminded as a spitball hit his head. Why do they do this? What did I do? He thought to himself. He thought of the pain they caused. He thought about his parents and how they didn't care. He thought about his classmates. He thought really hard, and realized how little he really had. He only had his dreams.
The bell rang and he stood quietly. He walked into the hall. Suddenly he felt a strong force from behind. Before he knew it he was on the ground. A foot was planted firmly on his back. He couldn't move.
"Why don't you get up you fag!" joked Ryan. Ryan was the stereotypical jock. He hated anything different and the girls loved him. He laughed as Jake tried to struggle.
Jake looked around for help, but there was none. He realized how much no one cared. He realized how different he was and how no one would ever care. His mind filled with every horrible experience he had ever had in his life. Tears began to stream from his eyes. Ryan let up and Jake sat quietly, sobbing.
"Look, the poor faggot is crying. Do you want your mommy?" Ryan teased cruelly.
Quietly and weakly Jake spoke, "what did i do to you..."
"You were born you queer. You aren't normal, and you don't belong. Why don't you just leave!" Ryan smiled content with his response. He didn't realize just how much it hurt Jake. He didn't realize Jake was broken, never to be repaired.
Jake stood up and looked around at all the laughing bodies. Their laughter cut into him like knives. He couldn't take this anymore. He just left his books and ran. He ran as fast as he could. He didn't know where he was going, he just had to get away. He just had to fly. He was down the street, but he could still hear their laughing. He wanted it to stop, but it just kept pounding.
He stopped and looked where he was. He looked down and he watched the calm river below. For a moment he forgot them. He forgot their laughter He was now where he liked it. Nature. Nature understood. Nature knew he was not abnormal. Nature didn't make fun. He wanted to be a part of nature. He wanted to be a bird and fly so high.
In one quick gesture he opened his arms and spread his wings to the sky and took off. Every moment he ever experienced was wiped from his memory. He was soaring. He didn't care, he just wanted to leave, to fly. He smiled as the wind blew past his face. He could smell the sweet scents of spring and he could hear the sound of the river bubbling quietly. He smiled. He wanted this moment to last forever. He wanted to fly forever. He let everything go; them, his family, everything. For that brief moment, that seemed like a lifetime, Jake lived out his dream. His dream of freedom. His dream of flight. Then like all birds, he fell. Never to fly again in nature, but he will always fly in his dreams.
UnrequitedBy: Daniel (Apple_Eh_1) |
Lonesome...
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