The day started simple, me and my brother walking to school, but it quickly changed when my bullies appeared. My brother understood that they were mean to me because of my “choices” to be transgender. They screamed “tranny” and other slurs as they danced around us. My face was red and i was close to tears, my brother quickly grabbed me and pulled me to school. I was a little relieved but that quickly went away when those boys followed us, their slurs had turned into threats. One pulled a knife out of his pocket, the others cheered him on. As he ran to me and my brother, knife at the ready, i screamed for my brother to run. Picking myself up, I ran for an abandoned house. I didn’t look back until i heard a scream. I was already in the upstairs of the house, i ran back downstairs to see the boy on the table with a knife in his stomach. My brother stood over him staring at his bloody hands. The crimson liquid dropped down from the table at a steady rate. What had he done?

this was really fun thanks!!!

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3 years ago