What Can Happen for Being Different

This is my first try at writing about this. Enjoy, and leave some constructive criticism! Also, this is in America, not Australia.


The day I came out was like a swift kick in the arse. Painful, but it still delivers a reality check. You see, I was a really popular kind of bloke. Everyone knew me, the girls loved me, and the guys hung out with me. When I came out at school, no one talked to me, except for my mate Zane. He just hugged me, and said, "You hated em’ any way." When I got home, I decided to tell my strict Catholic parents about me and Zane .
I went up to them, and said, " Please come to the living room. I have something to tell you." Once they were all gathered, I cleared my throat, and began my spiel. "You know when you love someone, you'd give an arm for? I mean, literally give an arm for? Well, I've met that person, and so have you. The person's name is Zane." With that, my dad bolted up, and my mother started to cry.
My father just stood there for a second, then finally whispered the words I never would have guessed to hear. "Get out." I leaned a little closer and asked "What?" He then hit me back into the hardwood floor. He roared "Get the hell out you faggot! You are a stain on this family's name, and your brothers are ten times the worth you are! Get out of this house, and don't come back or I'll kill you with my bare hands!"
I ran out of the house with a large limp, and grabbed 250. I then ran to my mates house. He just held me and kissed me. Later, I just told him " I'm going away. I'll come here when I can face what's happened now. I'll call you every so often, so watch for my calls, and I'll try to get a job. I'll also sneak back to grab my trumpet and play for spare money." I then hugged him, and kissed him goodbye.
As soon as I had turned around, he suddenly grabbed my shoulder. He then said “I’ll come with you. I dont want my love being all alone on the street, now would I?” I just broke down, right then and there. I just couldn’t take it anymore, and let it all out. “Why,” I asked “Would anyone ever do that to their own son? It’s horrible! If they think that’s right, they can burn in their own false Hell!”