"You sick faggot." Frank took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he pressed the blade further into his skin. The cool metal edge bit into the pale flesh, producing crimson drops that soon turned into streaks as they snaked around his wrist. He couldn’t get the scene out of his head. His father’s words. “Get out of my house! I never want to see your fucking face again!” Hot spittle hit said face and the boy cursed the day he actually told someone how he felt inside. ... read more