Burnt for being different.

"Gay boy! Gay boy! No one will ever like you!" these are the exact words that run through my mind every single day, continuously.

Hello, my name is Samuel, most people call me Sam, and by most people, I mean my mum and dad. At my school I am preferred to be called either Gay boy or Samantha. Not by choice, by chance. 

I'm not your average 15 year old boy, I like to paint, I love designing clothes, I am very conscious of how I look and last but not least I like my own gender, yes, you've probably figured it out already, I'm gay. 

Throughout my teenage years I have been severely bullied, by almost anyone and everyone. Bullied to the point where my parents don't even want to go in to school anymore because apparently they've been in "too many times". 
I thought parents where meant to be there for you whenever they could? Well, not mine, sometimes I ask myself, "do they even love you?"

The last time I remember them going into school was when they decided to pull me out of it. I've always wanted to be home schooled, but no, my parents have no time. My mum sits at home all day whilst drinking. My dad has a part time job that he's rubbish at, I know this how? His boss always calls him complaining how 'he hasn't sent the letter', the worst part about it? My dad makes me answer the phone every single time because he doesn't want to be shouted at. So from that, I could be home schooled but my parents can't be arsed.

Last thing, I have over 38 burns all over my body, and this is why.

It all happened last winter. I'd searched up on the internet "how to stop from being bullied" and the first link looked the best so I clicked on it, with all mixed emotions lingering through my body. The first one said, "try standing up to your bully and telling him how you feel" 
Absolutely the worst piece of information i had ever taken seriously from the internet. This is how my nightmare started, but worse, it wasn't a nightmare, it was happening right in front of my very own eyes.

"Charlie..." I mumbled  
Charlie and his 'friends' all turned around shocked to hear his name come out of shivering mouth.
"Yes Samantha? Asking for another spanking I see?" he laughed to his friends
"I was wonder-" 
SLAP. he hit me across the face as I tried to get my words out. 
I was feeling good about talking to him about the problems he has caused until the minute he opened his mouth.

I ran of crying as I usually do when something like this happens. After the lovely chat we had, I was feeling a little bit anxious whether to what he'd do next. 

I went in to the bathroom to fix my foundation, I always found it made me look braver.
I could hear large footsteps and laughing getting closer and closer towards the bathroom I was in.
I quickly ran into one of the toilets and stood on the toilet seat so it looked like no one was in. 

They entered, I knew it was him from his stingy smell and horrible voice. They were talking about some pub near our school for about 40 minutes, their 15 and are already talking about pubs and what they would do when they're there. I sat and waited, I heard the door shut so guessed they went out. I opened the creaking cubicle door, to see about 11 boys surrounding the bathroom worktop. One of them was Charlie. I tried shutting it as quick as I could but they were too quick, I knew I wasn't going to get out of this one. 

They were throwing a lighter around to intimidate me, it was working, really well. I get intimidated easily just by looking at their faces, so of course I was sunken into my soul with this happening around me. Charlie shouted to one of his boys "Oi Barnson, pass it here" 
4 boys held me down on the floor, I tried fighting back, but they were all triple my size so I had no chance. All these worries kept running through my mind, "I haven't even written my will yet!" "will my parents care if I'm dead?" 
One of the boys poured this liquid all over my legs, I knew what their idea was the minute he opened the lid. I was going to be burnt to death. My soul was going to be eaten by fire, this was not how I planned to die. Actually I don't think anyone plans to die.  

Charlie sparked the flame, he placed the tip of the flame on the very end of my trouser. They all ran out laughing. I gripped onto my flesh and tried to take the pain. I yelled from the top of my lungs "SOMEONE HELP! PLEASE!" but school had finished around an hour and a half ago so no one was there. Or if there was they couldn't hear me.
I remembered that the toilets had hoses beside them. I looked up and crawled towards the left cubicle, I reached it, grabbed it and turned the tap lever. 
I sprinkled all my lower body as fast as I could to stop the burning from spreading even more. The feeling I got when the water trickled down my legs was sensational. 

At last, I couldn't believe the state that I was in, I could still feel the burns circulating throughout my legs and lower calfskin, I couldn't believe that I survived. Those ignorant fools will get what they always asked for. And they did. 3 years sentenced to juvenile.

All my legs are burnt, I am in a wheel chair because half of my calf muscle was so badly burnt It stopped my leg from functioning. I am now going to a boarding school in London and so far it's been good, No one takes notice of me having a sexy walk or that I wear makeup. But I still suffer from that one day, I hate my legs. They're absolutely hideous.

I got all of this for being a homosexual, for being different.