Just a little tale. A true one, too.
I decided I would put this out there. I just wanted to share my story I guess... I am not an author though, neither is English my first language, But I tried.
All of the following is infect true events, name changes of course, but true events.
When I was a kid, probably 7 or 8 I got this fascination with animals, mainly canines. Most kids go through a phase where they like animals but my was different, I liked animals, a lot. I didn't really think much of it at the time. A few more years passed and I was a first year in my secondary school. (I think that would be Freshman year for you Americans and likewise? :D) Thats when I realized I was gay, or bisexual at the least cause I had never though of a girl that way, but I wasn't against it.
Usually you will hear stories about how gays are rejected in schools and everywhere cause they are different but no, mine was pretty smooth. Not a lot of students really cared about sexuality here. But, where I live the village is so small that you have know everyone you go to school with since you were all little. I found a boyfriend not too long after that, the year after I believe. Then everything started going downhill. When my dad found out he did the typical thing of getting pissed and calling me names. "Faggot boy, cock chocker." Whatever, I was prepared for it. I wasn't prepared for when my mom took the same offensive. I though they were supposed to be the supportive one? Oh well.
I got kicked out of home about 2 days later and even though I had only known him for a month, I had nowhere to go and I asked if I could stay with Alphonse, my boyfriend. He asked his folk and they said yeah, I lowly started reconnecting with my parents around months later. It was hard but they apologized and I accepted it.
At this time I am 15 and the week before I am supposed to go back to Paris to live with them, they got in a car accident. A semi hit the side of the car, ran it entirely over. In the car was my mother, father, baby sister who was 2, and Akita Inu named Garvoche. No one survived. Of course I was devastated and I shake even as I recall it. But I figure...Hey...It can't be bad forever and I stay with Alphonse for the next half a year.
One day we were out taking a walk . We lived in a small town and the road weren't too busy so we would just walk down those. Well, we were walking in the middle of the road, holding hands. I didn't hear a car cming up, but thats what I get for listening to my IPod so loud. It happened so fast but out of the corner of my eye behind me I saw movement and moved to push Alphonse out of the way of the oncoming car. Well, he was faster and shoved me not the grass. He stumbled trying to get out of the way and fell, the car rolled over his chest and crushed his ribcage. I sat with him till the doctors came. I sat with him just holding his hand and talking softly, not crying.
When the paramedics got there they hauled him into the ambulance and let me ride in the front to the hospital. Once we were there he was in intensive care for 5 days with every rib broken, a collapsed lung and so many other broken bones. I never left his side once and on October 15 2012 at 6: 47 PM Alphonse ReJunki was pronounced dead.
Of course hit a low. His parents kicked me out because they never like me in the first place and I dropped out of school and lived on the streets for awhile. I did everything I could for money and food. The rest of my family was either dead or living in America. Of course I went into prostitution and it got some food. I stopped that soon though, it was just wrong. I got a job working as a 'male entertainer' n Paris when I was 16. My age with my boss was don't ask, don't tell. Around now is when I discovered SoFurry and a good friend on here helped me get though a lot of this, even if I didn't tell him what was going on, just talking to him helped. :D
Flash over to this year. My family in America somehow figured out what I was going through and told me to come live with them in California. I figured it was better then where I was at so I told my boss I quit and left the next day. I only stayed there for awhile. I had resorted to cutting awhile back and when my family found out about that they sent me to a mental facility for 'Multiple attempts at suicide and numerous accounts of self-harm.' Thats where I spent 5 months. I got out and came back to paris, took an entrance exam and got into a good university and now I am currently studying to become a Paleontologist. Currently I am 17 with my birthday coming up on the 15th of October and my reason for postage this was to say.
I am Josh ReJunki and I survived.