It's Ok
Title: It’s OK
Author: K-Lee
Summary: Joey is a normal teenager who is being bullied and needs help being confident about himself. This is his view of his encounter with the bully and how it plays out.
A/N: I just wanted to veer away from Adam Lambert and Glee fics. It’s one of those plot’s that surprises you and won’t leave. I’ve had this for a while and have decided just to write on little ficlet with these characters. Maybe it might become a series XD (Oh, and the character Victor? He’s made out of what I hope my future husband looks like and acts.) XD
~It’s OK~
My name is Joey Deeton. I’m a teen who struggle with the outside world for two reasons:
1. I’m gay.
2. I live in my own world of Lady Gaga and Madonna (and people don’t seem to like that very much).
It’s been hard these past few years. I came out to my brother when I was 12. He gave me the confidence to come out to my father and my father’s new husband. My dad is bi-sexual. I don’t know why it was a hassle to come out, it just was.
I’m overly sensitive and have a hard time with emotions. My hair is jet black and well taken care of. My eyes are a bright shade of green (from my mother who passed away) and my skin is pale, but lively.
Now that you know about me, let me explain why my life has been hard for the past few years.
You see, there’s this guy. His name is Carl. He’s picked on me and shoved me enough times. It was manageable in 8th grade, but now it’s just getting ridiculous. Hs hair is blonde and cut short. His muscles are way to big and he enjoys showing them off in ripped sleeved shirts. His gray eyes are like windows, letting you see a sample of his mind. His mind was made out of the devil’s mind. It’s sick and twisted and makes everyone cringe at his eyes. His victims are only me. It feed on my pain and lets it’s fear seep through people’s skin and into their bones. It scares us all and if you look into those eyes closely, you can see the devil itself in them.
My father always says to ignore him. But the fear creeps up on you and stuns you until it’s too late. I’ve seen a kid who looked into those eyes. He was sent to therapy and still hasn’t recovered. I never look into those eyes.
He whispers in my ear sick things. He tells me he’s going to kill me. He tells me to stop being a homo. That’s the one thing I can’t control. His lips brush my cheek and I feel sick. He tells me he hates me. He says he’s going to hurt me.
He walks away, leaving me alone and frightened. My brother, Victor, always tells me to be brave. His blonde bangs fall into his eyes. That only happens when he’s trying to be confident. He knows Carl is scary. His blue eyes try to mask his fear, but it doesn’t fool me. His pale skin grows goose bumps at the name. It happens to me too.
I never mention his threats. I never come out of the closet. I never will have a happy life. That’s what I say to myself in the mirror everyday. I’m losing it. My blood rushes and I feel sick again.
He comes back. He tells me the same things. He walks away again. It’s always the same fear. It’s always the same words. And it haunts me.
My friend is seeing this. She hates it when this happens. She knows what he’s capable of. She’s seen his twisted mind. She’s understood. The scars prove it. Her name is Kristal. She trys to help. I push her away, It hurts.
Carl shoves me into my locker. He has a knfe. He’s going to kill me. My dream ends and I feel like I’m going to throw up. I need to tell.
I do. It hurts when they bring him in. I can already feel the sharp blade in my stomach. He smirks. I cry. He rubs my arm, trying to make it seem innocent. My dad grabs him. He squeezes and Carl winces. My dad can squeeze. The principal is angry. He tells Carl to leave me alone. He warns him.
They don’t see my scars. They don’t see the marks to prove his violence. I show them. They are terrified. The police come. I’m scared at what they will think. That I’m a coward? Yes, I am. That I let someone do that to me? Yes, I did. That I didn’t tell anyone? No, I didn’t.
Carl is leaving to a Juvenile Detention. He glares at me through the window. Suddenly, I’m not scared. I’ve won. I am brave. I can reach the top.
My name is Joey Deeton. I’m a teen who struggle with the outside world for two reasons:
1. I’m gay.
2. I live in my own world of Lady Gaga and Madonna (and people don’t seem to like that very much).
And now I can say I’m proud of myself.