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Jun 05
He picked up his coat from the closet and put it on
He glanced at his reflection in the mirror one last time, before he left his room.
As he passed by the living room, he said goodbye to his parents, and finally left the house.
Outside, a car was waiting. Three people inside. His best mates. “Tonight the women will fall at our feet!”. Great.
He arrived at the club. So very popular. He. And the club. And so very fake.
Inside, males and females wandered around, drinking, chatting, flirting.
He felt nautious. "I wish I was somewhere else".
His friends introduced him to a girl. "She's a right babe. We've all tried to get to her. She wants you, mate!". He smiled. Again, a strange feeling erupted in his stomach. In his soul.
Yet again, he had to play the game. Hide and seek.He was 25. He was so popular that everybody loved him. He excused himself from the table and headed towards the restrooms. "They only understand what they've been taught".
He went back to the table and the night went on.
He ocasionally would look around. Some people would draw his attention. Quickly he would shake those thoughts out of his head. "Those are the wrong sort".
As he got home, he picked up a pen and a piece of paper and started writing.
That was the last time he ever went to that club.
He was found dead.
In that piece of paper he had written a message:
"Imagine you are claustrophobic. Nobody understands or accepts your condition, and everyday you have to be forced to live in a confined space, a box, a jail.
That's how I felt."
He was gay, and died due to ignorance.
publicado por JayneMars às 14:54

2 comentários:
Really, really liked it! Makes us remember that we´re all different in many different ways and that we´re all free to be different! Keep it up! *Kiss*
agneze a 17 de Junho de 2005 às 00:22

Adorei! Sabes o que penso sobre isto. Viver na ignorância é simplesmente horrivel, ainda para mais quando as pessoas ferem as outras de tal modo que as fazem tomar este tipo de decisão...

Fiquei mais uma vez impressionado com o descernimento com que usas as palavras.

Love You consciência :)
Bessos
Phoenix a 14 de Junho de 2005 às 18:56

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