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16 August 2008 @ 05:50 pm
Crimson Streams (pesonal story)  

Title: Crimson Streams
Written By: Perriwynkkle
Rating: PG-13 (for violence and blood)
Length: One-shot
Genre: Perriwynkkle life blurb
Disclaimer: Friend's name changed for privacy reasons.

Summary: Homophobia is an ever growing problem in today's society, sadly, I had to experiance the worst of it. 

Author's Note: This happened at the start of my senior year in high school, my friend and I were subjects of a gay bashing. I was not hurt, nor was I the one picked on, but my friend was. It was the worst day of my life so far, to have to witness such a horrible happenstance, and have it happen to my friend just made it all the worse.
The whole event made me an adament supporter of gay rights, gay adoption, and gay marriage, and I joined PFLAG (Parents and Friends, of Gays and Lesbians), I also walk in the Pride parade every year in the Strait Supporters section. No one should be treated this way, not for any reason, homosexual or not, we are all people, and we are all created equal.  

The day was September 1st, 2006.
“Oh my god….oh my god…..Jason, Jason! Can you hear me, oh shit, Jason!” I screamed as I held my friend’s bleeding head in my hands. The blood from his skull flowing onto my alabaster hands, leaving a chilling contrast. The tears flowed freely down my face and onto his dark red one, his eyes closed in darkened peace. 
I had no idea why this had happened. One minute we were walking together, laughing and talking about friends of the past and our first quarter of college which was looming in the present. He wanted to be a lawyer, me a Journalist, both dreams seeming to far away to achieve. It was just beginning to change from summer to winter, chills running through warm bodies from the insistent Canadian breezes pushed down from the north. School had started early that year in hopes of also ending on an earlier day, and my friend Jason and I were walking, ever so slowly, down to the bus stop, our legs wrapped in denim and polyester, our new school shoes scrapping happily against the gravel strewn concrete.
As we kept walking, bringing our coats closer to the skin for warmth against the fall breeze, we heard the voices. They echoed around us from off the concrete walls of the freeway over-pass we were under. They seemed to be unharmful, a group of hobos walking together for a bite to eat at the shelter. But we were wrong.
            Soon we heard the voices pick up in volume, heard shoes smacking rapidly on the concrete behind us. I looked at Jason; his intense blue eyes bore a hole into my heart.
            “Run, please run Meg, run!” He whispered as I saw the shadow of the group getting closer and closer. I begged him not to, and to just run with me, to not get hurt. He just shook his head and turned to face the group, they had reached us by now, the leader shouting,
“Filthy faggot!” Hitting Jason across the mouth with his curled up fist. Jason held his ground, his mouth bleeding from the upper lip. Again they hit him, harder this time, in his gut. I watched in horror as they repeated the action again and again, kicking and tearing at his clothing and skin. 
            I couldn’t get through the group of men, I wasn’t strong enough, all I could do was slap and hit as hard as I could at their looming backs, to try and make them let up on my friend. 
            I gave up on hitting, knowing I wasn’t making a difference, and the men soon let up on poor Jason. I wanted to run to him, he was bleeding all over, and I needed to get him some help. 
            The group turned to me, and looked me strait in the eye, and I had never been so frightened.
“You and your disgusting faggot friend should leave. He should die, all faggots should die, and you should too, you’re as disgusting as he is for hanging out with him.”
The last words finally spoken, they left, and I ran to my friend, lying in a pool of blood. 
“Oh my god….oh my god…..Jason, Jason! Can you hear me, oh shit, Jason!” I screamed as I held my friend’s bleeding head in my hands. The blood from his skull flowing onto my alabaster hands, leaving a chilling contrast. The tears flowed freely down my face and onto his dark red one, his eyes closed in darkened peace. 
That day was September 1st, 2006.
 Comments are appreciated. Thank you for reading.


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clocktowers don't tell timetftcproductions on August 17th, 2008 01:49 am (UTC)
holy shit... i don't know what to say, other than i'm sorry. I know that people are rude to homosexuals, I have had a few very crude words thrown at me while with a homosexual friend, but that... is just so very very wrong.
perriwynkkleperriwynkkle on August 17th, 2008 02:54 am (UTC)
It was the worst experiance of my life, it was just all very wrong and scary. It made me hate the human race for a while, sometimes I still don't trust many people...you just can never tell. Thankfully Jason survived with only a broken rib and cracked skull they fixed with mild surgery.
Stephanie: Changmin // concerttheresa_lynne on August 17th, 2008 02:52 am (UTC)
Awww. I'm sorry to hear about this incident. While the few gay and lesbians friends that I have had never been hurt like that, I do worry all the time. I know what people are capable of and their sick twisted minds. For me, it's not about who you love, it's about how you love.

My friends used to think I was a homophob, but it wasn't that at all. I just didn't know anything. I knew someone in high school who was trying so hard to pretend he was straight and it made me angry that he did that, but looking back on it, I can understand. He was scared. I'm glad that after graduation though, he had the confidence to come out and move on. He was the only person I knew growing up who was gay. Now I know quite a few people and I adore them. I was never a homophob. I could never be that cruel to anyone.

Here in Newfoundland, people still seem rather judgemental, but it seems like a good place for gays and lesbians. There are so many people and they all support each other and it is so nice. I'm glad I never witnessed anything like you did.
perriwynkkleperriwynkkle on August 17th, 2008 02:57 am (UTC)
In America people are still very uneducated and only think with their religion or with stereotypes, they can never look beyond their own perception of normality.

I wish American communities could be happier, kinder, more accepting. But that is too much to ask for from this so called "land of the free".
Jaedon: jae liejaedonluv on August 17th, 2008 11:34 am (UTC)
This shot of yours made me really sad but also aware. I have very few gay/lesbian friends and they are pretty much accepted in my circle of friends, family and relatives. Because of this, I wasn't really aware that others get treated like this. I guess this is because, here in the Philiplpines, there is a vast amount of gays/lesbians, mostly gays tho. But that doesn't mean that the country completely accepts them, gays/lesbians are still being treated with disrespect and cruelty but at a minor scale. I really don't get why they have to be mean to them tho. Just because their sexual orientation is different, doesn't mean that their whole entire being is.

I have yet to experienced what you have and hopefully I would not have the chance to. I'm glad that your friend has survived.