Born This Way

We are full of pride

Hello! Welcome to my LGBT book! I hope you enjoy it!! Song: Here We Go by Sleeping With Sirens.

Skyler's POV

I woke up to my brother, Ashton, pouring freezing cold water onto me. I jumped up, knocking him down in the process. He busted out laughing, and I shoved him out of my room. Thanks to him, now my bed was soaking wet, and now I have to take another shower, even though I took one last night. I sighed and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After I took a shower, I ran into the kitchen, trying to grab a toaster strudel before my brother scarfed them all down. I ran into the kitchen, and snatched the one that my brother was about to eat. I ate it before he realized what i'd done, and as soon as I finished, yelling bye to my mom, and I ran up the stairs, Ashton not far behind. I heard his thunderous footfalls running up the stairs to my room. Unluckily for him, I had locked my door, and I jumped out the window, landing on my feet.

I made it to school in seven minutes. It's easy to get to places I'd you know where it is, especially in Manhattan. We live two blocks away from the high school. I felt a wave of sadness come over me. I get bullied by jocks. My best friend Jonathan is a jock, and sometimes, he's too scared to stick up for the 'faggot'.

I shuddered from the first time he called me that. I was in eighth grade, and I was changing from PE. He walked in with Jacob and Tyler. He walked up to me, with a look of sadness in his eyes.

That quickly turned to rage. He punched me, busting my lip. He walked away, and Jacob and Tyler took over.

They beat me so badly, I had to be flown from Manhattan to Boston. I had several broken ribs, a fractured cheekbone, and multiple bruises and cuts.

I was never the same after that. I had what you'd call anxiety with PTSD. I went into shock while they were transporting me.

The only reason I got beat was because I'd come out that I was bisexual that day. I told Jonathan, and he told Jacob and Tyler,and the rest is history.

I know that Jonathan is probably not even my friend, but I just need some kind of stability. After I found out I had bipolar depression and severe anxiety, I found a way to cope with it all. Cutting.

It was small cuts, here and there, but quickly escalated into deep gashes.

I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts. it was all because dad left. He left, and told me it was my fault. I was twelve. I was scared because dad would bring random women home at night, and did only god knows what at night.

I didn't want mom to find out the wrong way, so I told her. She didn't believe me at first, and grounded me for 'making things up'. But, she slowly started to find small things around the house that weren't hers. She found red lipstick on my dad's collar, a pair of undies under the bed, and stained sheets in the wash.

She confronted him and he lied, telling her it was from the dog, or it was just something he had bought for her. She never believed him, and one night, she caught him, in the act with her best friend.

She was livid. Not only was it her best friend, but it was with her lingerie, and her robe, and everything dad used to pamper her.

She kicked dad out, and threw everything of his out of the house. She threw everything he had ever gotten her away, and before he left, she threw her wedding band at him, saying that if he loved her best friend so 'goddamn' much, he could give the wedding ring to her.

The messed up part was, he did. They were engaged the next month. They got married, and five months later, she was pregnant. With twins.

That was one of the reasons that my mom had us move last year. Another reason was because my dad was basically rubbing it in her face, always sending pictures of them to her on her facebook and her twitter.