I was out numbered... They grabbed me and beat me I fell to the ground coughing up blood. I wiped my mouth. My arms scrapped up and knees bruised a sharp pain shot up my spine as they kick and spat at me. Shouting things at me such as " faggot, homo, and the famous freak or weirdo or queer"

I laid there bleeding and waited until they were gone. And tried getting up, after multiple failed attempts. I reached for my phone my hands trembling as I struggled to search for her name and called.
Everything went dark and all I could remember was times I fought with my older siblings the times they'd left me in the house alone.

My dad used to drink all of his problems away and my mom worked from sunrise to sunset.  While my brothers treated me as their step child.
I woke up in the arms of my love I laid in her arms and everything faded away.