Harmony [ADULT, NON-*B/DL]

[Manveru]

So, I'm insane!

I've had a lot of random story ideas flying around in the half-burnt-out synapses in that big glob of BLARGH that I like to call a brain.

So I decided to just.....start writing, and see where it took me.

If you want more updates, I've got it saved on Google Docs with Autopublish turned on:
HARMONY

But just for the sake of posting, here we go.

I guess you can consider this...

HARMONY
CHAPTER ONE

I staggered, bloody and bruised, through the dimly lit streets. My bones ached, and so did my heart. How could they do this to me? How could
they betray me like this? It just didn’t make any sense. The blood dripped slowly from my broken nose as the lights began to dim - not from a loss of power - but because I was slowly fading away. I staggered up against a cold brick wall and slumped down to the ground. My head tilted sideways as I slowly allowed my eyes, squinting through the sharp, stabbing pains, to close. I hoped they would open again, but I wasn’t quite sure.

--- THREE WEEKS EARLIER ---

I was packing my bags, ready to finally get my freedom for the hellhole I had called home for so long. I had just turned eighteen a week ago, and I was finally ready to make the change I needed for my life.


Wait, rewind. I’m getting ahead of myself.


My name is Harmond L. Apherton, and I’m gay. I’m a member of several online communities, and I go by the name “Harmony.” In my opinion, the only good thing about my name is that it’s so close to a concept so beautiful, and yet so very foreign to my life. I’ve met a lot of like-minded individuals on these websites, and they helped me come to terms with myself and my sexuality. After several years of talking to them and a few awkward real-life meetings, I was ready to come out to my parents.

But they weren’t quite ready for me. I walked into the living room with my bags full to bursting with all my living essentials - mostly clothes. My parents eyed the bag with a feigned interest - they knew I had been acting strange for the last few days, and they wanted to know why.

“Mom, Dad, I, uh...I have something to tell you guys.”

“What is it, Harmond? What’s wrong,” my mother Linda asked.

“Nothing is wrong, Mom, I’m fine...”

“What happened, son? Did someone do something to you at school?”

“No, Dad, it’s not anyone else, it’s me...”

“Well what is it then?”

“I, uh....well....I’m gay.”

A silence cascaded over the room, like a stormfront closing in.

“...What,” my father said. It wasn’t a question.

I’ve gotta pull up a sidebar here. My parents are, and always have been really devout catholics. My father had expressed his outrage at the “gay agenda” in the US several times. And even though I knew I’d be outcast for it, I had to tell them. My father was enraged, but my mother was speechless.

“You mean to tell me that my own son, that I raised under my roof, is a HOMOSEXUAL?!” He was screaming now, and he had stood, his fists clenched in rage.

“Yes, dad. I am,” I said, I was going to stand my ground. This is what everyone had told me - don’t back down.

“Get out,” he said, pointing at the door, “Out of my house. NOW.”

I had expected this.