As soon as Clay left, three guys walked up to me. I started running away as fast as I could, having them all follow me closely behind. I kept running, going to the exit to go outside. I didn't know how I was faster than them, but I managed to keep them away from me for a while.

When I came outside, I seemed to keep up the same pace, until I tripped over my untied shoelaces. I fell forwards, catching myself with my hands as I felt one of the boys fall down next to me, grab my shoulders and push me against the ground.

'You really think you can escape from us? I'm so glad that Clay outed you, because I don't want to see you ever again. You're wearing dresses and you're gay? You're disgusting and I despise you.'

I said nothing and just let it happen at this point. I didn't defend myself anymore and started singing a song in my head to block out their insults. I hoped for saving, but I didn't know if that would happen. I could fight back, but they were with many more than me.

I felt nails pierce the skin of my shoulders and then felt a fist hitting my face. I winced softly as I felt a tear roll down my face. I was tired, I was sad and I felt so betrayed by Clay. It hurt me so much, but I would never tell him that. I wouldn't show him that he actually did the harm he wished to do to me.

I got hit another time and closed my eyes to focus on different things than the pain I was feeling. I remembered Clay's and my hug in the park as I calmed him down. I thought back to the birds sitting on a tree calmly as I held Clay in my arms.

Clay, the boy I had been best friends with for years long. We always had fun, but he changed. I would have loved to help him, I understood that he was scared to be bullied again and we could have talked about it. I was always there for him, he could call me at night. I loved him, he was my best friend.

I got hit so hard in my face that I felt tears roll down even faster. I curled myself up and hid my face behind my hands as I started crying loudly. 'It's enough now,' I whispered. 'It's enough.'

The boy stopped hitting me. 'You deserve way more than this, but fine. For now it's enough.'

'I'm sorry for liking dresses and boys.'

'You better be sorry, you're disgusting.'

I nodded slowly and the boys stood up to walk away. I crawled up, struggling to walk normally as I felt tears roll down my face.

After I had walked for ten minutes, I gave up and sat down on a bench. I had a lot of pain, I couldn't walk anymore because of the pain. I sat down and grabbed my phone to call my dad. He was working at home today.

I clicked on his number and waited for him to accept the call. He accepted it twenty seconds later and I sobbed softly.

'Can y-you pick m-me up?'

'What's wrong? I'm coming, where are you?'

'It's not important, just pick me up.' I explained to him where I was and he kept talking to me as I heard him step into his car.

I sat back on the couch as I listened to his voice, he was talking to me to calm me down a little bit as I sobbed softly. Ten minutes later I saw a black car coming closer. I saw that it was my dad and he stepped out, running to me.

'Please, tell me what happened. Did someone beat you up?'

I shrugged. 'It's fine, I just want to sleep for a bit and I'll be fine again.'

'I'm not going home unless you tell me what happened.'

'Fine, Clay outed me and I got beaten up by three guys after that.'

'Oh my goodness, can we go to the principal?'

'I don't want to,' I muttered. 'It's not Clay's fault, but I'm mad at him.'

'How is this not Clay's fault?'

'He wanted to help me, because he regretted what he had done. I told him to leave me alone and got beaten up after that. He would have helped me, but I didn't want him to.'

'Do you know why he did this?'

'Because he's mentally not alright. He really thinks he can hide this from me, but I know that he's not happy.'

'Why do you think he's not happy?'

'Because he got bullied and it has always haunted him. I know I should help him, but he went too far now. I just don't want to see him anymore for a while. It hurts me.'

My dad pulled me in for a hug. 'You don't have to talk to him now, he hurt you a lot and it's understandable that you don't want to. I hope everything will be alright between you someday.'

'I hope so too, but he made me scared to be myself. I might stop wearing dresses and wearing makeup for a while.'

'No, you shouldn't listen to them.'

'He's right, I'm just a boy. I shouldn't wear that stuff.'

I didn't argue any longer and sat down in the car with earphones in to ignore my dad. He gave up and we drove home as I went to my room. I wanted to dress up again, but I didn't dare to. I got so sad that I grabbed my phone to text Clay.

I will never dress up anymore and I won't use makeup anymore :) do you want to be my friend again?

I laid my phone back down and laid down in bed as I stared at the ceiling. I felt like a girl, but I couldn't act like it since no one likes me as a girl. It was ridiculous anyway, I was a boy and nothing else.