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Part one: Memories
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Dedicated to: Jim Rath, Joe Milner, Marv, and rest of the world who sympathizes with me.

It was so frigid that night that Wes could see his breath protruding from his mouth in the shape of a wisp. He watched blankly as the vapors dispersed and eventually vanished. His hair was a vagrant brown with intricate streaks of blond and had grown so long it almost completely covered his eyes. The Irises of his eyes were dark blue and swirled in a glossy spellbinding conduct. His skin a rich silky tan belonged to a body which resembled a Greek god. Coarse hair on the sides of his face converged at the bottom creating a goatee. He wore a red and white dilapidated polo shirt with a neglected pair of long shorts. Over it he wore an elongated black coat. Where am I…What am I doing here? Wes stood at the end of the sidewalk in the middle of an aged beat up street jam-packed with distraught. The streetlights flickered emitting a low buzzing sound that drove chills down his spine. Most buildings that encircled him were smothered in notices reading “Out of business” or “For Sale”. At the far end of the street laid a phone booth next to sign that said “Holesdill Court”. Warmth surged through Wes when like an unsung phantom redeemed his memories slowly returned. Countless amounts of images flowed through Wes’ mind, flashing before his eyes. The first of his Dad’s face filled with rage slamming him into a wall. Next, him tightly embracing another male his age while tears streamed from his eyes. Then a group of people masked and armed with bats and crowbars closing in on him from all sides. Last him stumbling across the streets with blood on his hands, blurred vision and excruciating migraine. Wes began to tremble as he lifted up his hands and examined his blood crusted hands. Slowly, he brushed his hands against the side of his forehead. As he pulled his hand horizontally in front of his line of sight, all time came crashing to a halt. A semi-thick black substance shimmered in the moonlight. Wes scrambled down the street trying to sprint as if running from an inbreed monster. He reached the phone booth and saw in his reflection a gash in his head. Wes spun dazed and confused howling in his head. Why! A heavy blanket of sleep shrouded Wes and began to remind him what had occurred in a chain reaction of events.


Wes worked with intense anticipation on his essay. The surrounding noise in a way seemed threatening to his concentration, however he alienated it by saturating himself in his own world. He assumed that all the discussion was about the Prom witch was to take place later that night. Wes heard the bell ring from what appeared to be miles away. In reaction he retreated from the safety of his mind back into the real world. By the time Wes had gathered his things in his bag the classroom was empty. “If I don’t show up tonight at Senior Prom and do decide to go out with Derek…… I’m freaking paranoid!” Wes’ boyfriend Derek had suggested that instead of going through the mass publicity they should just lay low and go on a date instead. Of course if he didn’t show people would be wondering. Wes emerged out from the doorway and into the hall immediately meet with shoves and scrambling appendages from the traffic. Impatiently Wes started to shove the crowd out of his way. Slowly made his way towards the north double doors were he had parked his car. “Hey Wes!” A fervent voice called out. Instinctively he spun around looking for whom the voice belonged. “Wes! Over here!” His eyes closed in on two close friends making their way towards him; John and Steph. Both John and Steph presented themselves as gothic as humanely possible. John wore chains that draped on the sides of his black pants, with his shirt, eyeliner and hair; witch was also black. Steph wore the same, plus black lipstick and a black net undershirt. He had not yet come out to them because of his attraction to John. Once all three of them had been over at John’s house watching several vampire movies. It was during the summer and the air conditioning wasn’t working. John casually as ever slipped of his shirt revealing a six-pack of abs that Wes would take over a six-pack of beer any day. “Hey Wes d’ya get a date to the prom yet? It’s tonight you know.” His body went rigid in response to the question “I think there catching on” “No” He responded “and I bet you already knew that.” He finished with a sigh. Steph gave Wes a glare and shot back” Did you even ask anyone Wes?” “Of course I did!” John wore a apprehensive look on his face while Steph gave him a forewarning face. “Okay, okay I didn’t and I don’t need a lecture on how I’m missing out! Now if you’ll excuse I need to go.” Wes started down the hall “Wes” John said in a poignant tone.” The three of us should spend some time together; like we used to.” “Maybe… I’ll see you guys later.” He responded in a hastened tone walking down the hall. As he pulled his car keys out of his pocket a tear assembled in his eye and fell to the floor. Wes felt he was losing friends. Little did he know John and Steph already knew.


As he emerged from the building a group of incautious students knocked into Wes striking the right side of his waist. When a twinge of pain moved through his body he grasped his side and collapsed to his knees. When one of the students noticed and expressed concern Wes pushed them away. As soon as the coast was clear he lifted up his shirt, revealing a blemish; colored in grotesque colors. “The bruise has swollen twice the size since…since dad” Anger in immense proportions circulated inside of Wes’ body. With an awkward balance he returned to his feet and made his way toward his car, recalling what happened.

Every exquisite and horrific detail was restored itself to his mind. He was back sitting at the dinner table. Wes’ whole being struggled to come out and simply say the words. He could here his heart beating and his stomach cringing. With Fork in hand, he prodded his food answering the questions his parents asked. His sense were thriving to the point were he could smell his parents’ Perfume. “This ten times harder than the birds and the bees” Beads of sweat ran down his face, causing his body to quiver. Between his body’s reaction and the looks on his parents face made his intentions exceptionally more complex. “Were so proud of you Wes” his Father said in a complacent tone. His Mother and Father’s superficial smiles haunted him and eventually pushed him over the edge.
“Stop it!!” he yelled. His parent’s faces returned to normal. “Mom, Dad……I’m gay.” Instantly it seemed as if a ten ton weight was lifted of his back. He looked at his Fathers face and instead of an accommodating expression he was meet with a face filled with wrath. His father’s eyes seared passionately with white flames. Like a phantom in the night his father appeared adjacent to him. “So you’re f** huh?!”
His mother started crying. His father refrained from his question and shouted at his wife. “GET OUT NOW!!” she quickly scrambled out the door. “ANSWER ME!!” Wes lifted his head up and made eye contact with his father. Then in a solemn and weak answer said “Yes.” His father shook his head dissatisfied. “So your going to waste your life ********? Huh? I said ANSWER ME!!” Wes’ Father made advances and Wes walked backward until cornered into a wall. The first hit made contact to his face. A swift jab to the stomach caused Wes to gasp for air. Before he could draw another breath a series of fists collided on the right side of his waist. “Stop.” He said in a whispered tone. Wes started with a blank expression at the ground were a miniature pile of blood began to gather. Without being able to hold on to his consciousness he blacked out and crumpled into a pile against the wall.


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