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This chapter is dedicated to an unknown friend; One who I will not name, but will say that I have spent many hours crying over the past few days - Her life ended too soon. She did not deserve to be an outcast, because she was lesbian. Please join me in creating a better future for me, and the LGBT Community. You will save lives. Thank you so much.

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Davids POV

I was ashamed. Ashamed of myself. Not only did I realize I was gay, but I am in the worst place I could be other than home right now. Spencers house. The guy that stole my Jesse. Just thinking about it makes me want to go fill his bed with rat piss or somthing... I dont know.... I know that Jesse doesnt like me. At all. But the only possible way for me to get his attention is to either harm him, or harm Spencer.

Holy Shit I'm messed up. I just realized how twisted this whole thing is. I cant do this to Jesse! I can do this to Spencer and not feel a bit of sadness, but seeing Jesse hurt made me ache. I didn't ever want to hurt him, I only wanted the payoff of having him pay attention to me. To look at me. To know I exist.

Because when it gets right down to it, Almost nobody knows I exist. Yes I have my "Friends" But they aren't real, and we all know that. The only person I really have is Jesse, and Bryce.

None of my friends knew he existed, because he didn't go to our school. We knew each other since we were little, maybe five or six. Now looking back, in middle school I had all the signs of a crush on him, I just didn't know I was gay back then. Bryce was everything that I wasn't. We always playfully fought with each other, because hew as

My phone started to ring. My favorite ringtone, Let the bodies hit the floor.

I looked at the caller ID. What do you know? It was Bryce.

"Hey B-Rice" I said, quoting my favorite youtube video.

He sniffled. "Can we talk?"

"Dude, are you okay?" I asked. He sounded really bad.

"Can I tell you something? Just between you and me?" He asked.

"Sure. Anything." I said, trying to sound as reassuring as possible.

"Uh, Im... Im gay. And my parents just kicked me out of the house." He sobbed deeply.

"Come over right now. Im at a... Friends house." I gave him the address.

"Ok..." He sobbed again. "David, Im not going to make it." He said.

"What? You live pretty close, why not?" I asked.

"No, Im not going to make it in life. I'm so close to hanging myself right this second."

"Do not hang up on me. This conversation is not ending until you are standing on this houses doorstep." I said sternly.

"Ok... Im on my way."

I instantly tried taking his mind of the subject, and trying everything I could to distract him from the hell he was living in. I tried everything I knew he was into. From Emma stones Oscar dress, to Jennifer lawrences performance in American Hustle. Nothing worked.

Thank god he made it to the house. I opened the door to find a puffy eyed and zombie looking Bryce. His brown hair that is always perfect, was a mess. He was so pale I was worried he cut himself. I grabbed him and pulled him in.

"Hey" I said quietly.

"Hey" He said, sniffling back tears.

"Lets go to my room." I said.

"Your room? I thought this was just a friends house!" He said.

"Its a long story. Ill explain" I said.

As soon as we got into my room, the walls came tumbling down. Every nasty thing that had happened to him when he told his parents, came out. They hit him, called him names, told him he was worthless, disowned him, and kicked him out of the house. More things happened that I am not going to write, because I am trying so hard to forget the nasty, horrible things they did and said to him.

"Hey Bryce?" I asked after letting him vent out ever nitty gritty detail, making me cringe.

"Yeah?"

"If it makes you feel any better, Im gay too"

I told him the whole story of how my dad found out, and how I got kicked out, and if my dad ever found me, he would murder me and any other gay person he could find.

At the end of my story, I was crying. I didn't realize it was coming until it was happening. Instantly I wrapped my arms around Bryce. And there we were. I pulled him back, and he cuddled up into my chest, his head in the crook of my neck. His sobs quieted and my tears dried.

"Hey Bryce?"

"Yeah?" He said, sounding a bit better.

"I love you. I didn't know how to express it before, but all this time it was there. This feeling that made me feel save, and that everything would be alright. And now that you are here, I need you to know that I am willing to go to the ends of the earth for you."

He started crying again, This time, tears of joy. I held him tighter, and we both knew that everything was going to be alright.

Spencers Moms POV

I was crying as I walked down the hallway. Yes, I just listened in on that whole conversation. How many children were being neglected because they were gay? What was happening? These young boys just found each other, by gods will. I am not a religious person - But I am spiritual. There is a difference. And there is no doubt in my mind that what happened here tonight was nothing short of a miracle.

I knew what I had to do. I was going to start a "Halfway House" Of sorts for LGBT, or homeless youth. This could not keep happening. Too often, I turn on the news and find that a teenager has given up. I was going to do everything in my power to make sure that didn't happen for those LGBT teens, crying themselves to sleep tonight. My heart ached just thinking about the sorrow that was going on right now. But I knew that I was going to do what I needed to do - What I was put on this planet to do suddenly became so clear to me.

After Spencer and Jesse came home, walking up the stairs that night, hand in hand, I stayed up all night, consulting my husband who immediately agreed with me. I called the renovators, and we made plans to build a place where people could be who they wanted. Where anyone could walk down the hallway, and not be called any names. That was in the past.

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I Just poured my entire heart into this chapter. It was completely different then how i wrote it. I cried multiple times while writing it. Along with this chapter, (Especially when David and Bryce are laying down,) Please listen to this song. The song alone is enough to make you cry.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Lr8iXCTUvs

It is so easy to admire the bravery of others, But when it comes down to it, You are no different from anyone or anything in this beautiful universe we live in. You are beautiful. You are powerful. And everything is going to be okay.

Here is to creating a better future,

your friend and admirer,

-Invisibleman14

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