Post by DORIAN MOORE on Jan 1, 2012 15:52:40 GMT
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Dorian had had the worst Christmas. His boyfriend had been caught kissing Bridgette Stanton, at the black and white ball in front of everyone. Dorian generally wouldn't have minded - he was used to that kind of thing from Marcus, so it wasn't the kiss that bothered him. It was the person he had kissed. Bridgette was almost exactly like Dorian, but she was the one thing Dorian wasn't - a girl. Joey had made Dorian feel special, feel worth something. But he didn't believe any of it was true. Weirdly, he didn't feel as bad as when Marcus left.
Maybe it was because he hadn't really believed Joey had loved him. Joey had always seemed so distant, and he spent more time with Bridgette than he had ever done with Dorian. The blonde boy slid out of bed, threw on some of his old clothes and shuffled down to his large lounge; lighting the fire and curling up on the couch he put on a movie that was going to distract him from everything. A nice horror film, with more blood than plot-line. But Saw had always made him feel a little better about his own life.
Resting his head on the arm of the couch his mind wandered onto other things. Surgery. Could he even go through with it, if he planned it? Top surgery - would he be able to live like a girl, change his name. Change his whole life just so people would like him more. Because he wouldn't just be 'the boy in a dress', he would just be a girl. Nothing strange or uncommon. Just a girl. Normal, ordinary like all of the others.
His eyes locked onto the TV screen as a guy began carving away at the back of his neck. Dorian frowned, watching the blood and squirming slightly. Could he cut up his own body like that? There wouldn't be any way of reversing it. Who was he really doing it for, anyway? Himself? Or everyone else? He sighed and groaned, rolling onto his back on the couch, looking up at the decorative ceiling of his own house. He just needed some advise - or someone to talk him out of it.
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