Puck Me Hard
His voice trembled, "I've been cut by it, over and over. All through middle school and the first year of high school, I've had it screamed at me over and over again. I've had the word scratched into my locker and at night, I've locked myself in my room, wondering if there was even a point to living. But I lived. I clawed my way through that shit, every slur, every cut to my heart, and I'm standing here now, telling you it doesn't own us. and it gets better. you're not alone in this, Golden boy, and I'll bleed with you before I let it break you."
At his words, the fight drained out of me and my shoulders sagged. I turned to look at him, seeing the agony in his usually fierce green eyes. they