Another Day

Oliver woke up at 6:00 am. As he always did. Waking up wasn't the hard part, it was getting out of bed. He had so often laid awake in bed, dreading real life. Daily life had become a chore for him. Oliver sits up and stretches, his back makes a satisfying "pop" sound as he shakes off sleep.

Another day. He strips off his t-shirt and boxers, replacing them with a fresh pair of briefs, and a black cotton cloth, sewn into a tank top shape. It was a tight garment, but it did the job of hiding his breasts well. He finds a grey t-shirt that was tossed into the corner, puts it on and slips a green and blue cardigan over. He puts on a pair of jeans, one day worn.

Oliver goes through his motions of an average morning. Brush hair. Brush teeth. Put on deodorant. When Oliver looks at himself in the mirror, his heart aches. Rather than seeing a young man with a sharp jaw, strong brow, and a bit of stubble on his chin, Oliver sees an oval faced teen, with a ski jump nose, high cheekbones, and soft pink lips. A mix of Panic at the Disco, Fall out Boy, and My Chemical Romance blares through the bathroom speakers. He sings along until his mother shouts from downstairs. He turns off the radio and shouts back to her.

"Hehh?"

"Angie! Breakfast is ready."

Oliver sighs, grabbing a light jacket and his burgundy messenger bag. He goes down, greeted by the warm smell of fresh pancakes and bacon. Oliver's mother frowned.

"Take that silly thing off, and put that cute new bra I bought for you!"

He obeys his mother, changing out of his binder and into a frilly pink bra. Another day pretending to be someone else. Oliver manages to get out of the house before his mother has the chance to lecture him, but not having the chance to grab food. He gets out his iPod and puts in headphones. The lyrics of Fall Out Boy's newest album cleared his head as he walked the long trek to hell on earth.