Broken Paths

Part two: Tim

I’m Timothy Charleston, but I go by Tim. You see, I’m a unique ass person (don’t take that literally). Well, I am like everyone else. I go to school, fuck up, get fucked up, and do it all over again- kind of in that order. The thing that makes me unique is that I’m gay. 

        You may be thinking that I’m open about my sexuality, but the truth is...I’m not. I’ve known that I was different ever since I had my first kiss in second grade with a girl named Rose Scott. We kissed out of sheer boredom and curiosity- and it was the nastiest fucking thing I’ve ever done. But now, we’re friends. I guess that’s when I’ve started classifying myself as gay. I heard about that word in every day media, so that’s what I labeled myself to be. And then I hit high school. That’s when I entered hot guy kingdom. I am so sexually frustrated all of the time that I could and would literally fuck anybody. The only problem with that is- I haven’t come out to anyone, only Rose. My parents are too fucking hypocritical and too stuck up their asses to not know what is going on in the world. It’s the 21st century and my parents still believe that gays are unholy. That’s fucking bullshit. They call them unholy because they are supposed to hate them based on how religious they are. They were both raised a hard, Mormon life, and tried to make me have the same miserable life they did, but I won’t have it. That’s why I’m an atheist. 

Not only do I like penis, but I love drinking alcohol and drugs. You name the drugs, and I’ll do any of it, except for crystal meth. That shit fucks you up. My favorite is top quality weed- that shit fucks you up big time. My friend Brianna knows where to get it because she sleeps around with every dealer in town. 

Anyway, that’s all there is to know about me. Welcome to my fucked up life. 

                                        * * *

        I’m caught into a deep and mindless sleep, my thoughts and unsaid words spinning around and around in my head like a toranado. I hear something in the distance, as I’m jolted out of bed. I find that thing that’s been making my noise, and answer it. 

        “What the hell do you want?” I mumble, and wipe the sleep from my eyes.

        “Rose is in the hospital!” I hear my friend Brianna say breathlessly at the other end of the phone. 

        “She’s what?! What happened?!” I say, my heart pounding against my chest as I hop out of bed to put on my clothes. I check the clock on my dresser which displays 12:01. 

        “I don’t know. But she wants us to visit her right now. I guess it’s open all night for family members. She lied and said we were her siblings or some shit like that. I’m outside.” She says and hangs up. 

        I grab my pack of cigarettes and rush out of the car that Brianna is waiting at and jump in as she speeds off. My hand fumbles around in  my jeans pocket for my lighter as I take it out and light a cigarette. I hold it against my lips and inhale, and then exhale the smoke into the air as we speed down the highway. I look out at the lights that pass by me until we reach the hospital. 

        I jump out of the car and head towards the hospital and finish my cigarette, throwing it onto the ground as Brianna rushes in behind me. As we check in at the front desk, and a nurse who’s on duty looks at us skeptically. Her brow raises up as she says, “You two are?”