This is the third part. plz read the first 2 parts before this. part 1: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/345863361/ Contains violence, homophobia and bullying. I am NOT homophobic and will support everyone in the lgbt+ community. Monday, October 1, 2012: It’d been over a year since Alex and I first started dating. I had not told anyone about his ghost-seeing ability but I planned on telling Alex. “I just can’t believe my cat had to die!” Alex’s eyes began to tear up again. Alex was still really sad about the fact his cat, Mr. Scruffles, was hit by a car the other day. “Shhhhh, It’s okay,” I said hugging Alex, trying to comfort him. I felt kinda stupid knowing that Mr. Scruffle’s ghost was literally sitting on the table playing with the tissue poking out of the tissue box. Feeling it was the time to tell Alex about my secret I let go of him. “Alex, I need to tell you something,” I said. “What is it?” “I…” I lowered his voice, “I can see ghosts.” “WHAT!? REALLY!?” “Yeah, I feel like now is the best time to tell you.” “Why now? Why not tomorrow, or next week?” “I feel stupid since Mr. Scruffles is playing with the tissues and you’re crying over him.” “WHAT HE IS?!” “Meow,” Mr. Scruffles looked up from his tissue box and stared straight at me. “I can also understand animals,” Sebastian admitted. “Mr. Scruffles wanted to die. He’s had enough of being imprisoned but he could not forget his loving family and will forever run free and watch over you.” “R-really?” “Yes, that is what he just said.” “Wow, thank you, Bassy” Tell Alex I never meant to hurt him. “He never meant to hurt you.” Mr. Scruffles got up and stretched before floating away. “Hey Bassy, c-could I kiss you?” Alex asked blushing slightly. The question startled me. “K-kiss me, Aleky?” “Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked, you’re not ready yet, are you?” As Alex began to look away I hugged him and murmured in Alex’s ear, “I am, the question startled me that’s all.” We both looked at each other before our first kiss. I realized that this was the best feeling I had ever felt. “HA, GAY!” A voice yelled. “Let’s show them what we do with gays,” a different voice said and I realized it was the small group of homophobics that had spotted us. “I’m not gay,” Alex said fiercely. “Yeah you are, why else would you kiss him?” “Leave him alone,” If only I hadn’t said I was ready. “Why should we?” the leader asked. “Because I forced him into it!” the lie pierced my heart but it would keep Alex safe. the homophobics shouted insults at me “Get out of here,” I murmured to Alex. “Love you,” he mouthed and he ran. “If you have a problem with me being Gay, then you can fight me, I don’t care.” “Sebastian, be careful,” Grandma told him. “Oh, so that’s how it is! Rocks!” the leader yelled. Everyone picked up a rock and they ran at me. They hit me and it hurt. One got my eye and caused a huge pain and I couldn’t see clearly for a few moments. “STOP!” the principal yelled and the homopobics dropped their rocks and fled. I, hit too many times in the head, became unconscious. Monday 8th October 2012: I opened my eyes to see a hospital so white and cream. I see Alex was sitting on the end of my bed, Grandma was there too and there was someone else, a doctor, I thought. “Good, you’re awake. We did some tests while you were asleep and you seem fine. We just need to give you an eye exam since we believe they may have taken damage.” The doctor said. “Okay,” I got up and walked with the doctor, Alex by my side and grandma floating ahead. We walked to a room that appeared to be set up for eye exams. I sat down in a chair and was asked questions. As usual I got them all correct, “Now we shall test each eye individually,” the optometrist said and I closed my eyes so he could put an eyepatch over one of my eyes. I open the eye without the eyepatch on and realise I can’t see anything. The world was black. I could make out a faint outline of grandma but there was no sign of anything else even existing. “Whenever you’re ready,” the optometrist said. “I can’t see anything,” I said. “Hmmm.” A few moments later I heard footsteps as I thought he left the room. I couldn’t tell. “I’m sorry to say this, but you’re blind in that eye.” “What?” I say as I pull the eyepatch off. part 4:
