Patrick's POV:

Pete slipped his hands down the side of my torso. "I need you trick" he moaned in my ear. This is going to far. I need to stop this. "Fuck Pat" he moaned into my ear. "Pete! Stop!" I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away, "come on patty we've only just started" he put his hands onto my belt and started to undo my trousers.
I can't let him see, he'll hate me. "Pete stop please" my voice breaking at the end. Pete made his way back up to my mouth and started kissing me. "What's wrong Tricky, scared of a dick?" Yes I am, okay, I'm scared of you seeing my non existing dick. My imaginary dick. I'm scared of you seeing my vagina. He started to undo my shirt. "PETE" I begged. "Oh come onnnn Pat" my slipped my shirt off and stared at my covered chest.
He picked at the fabric. "What is this?" He asked. Tears suddenly threatened to fall. "A-a binde-er" I stuttered. "Why are you wearing a binder Patty?" He teased. "CANT YOU FUCKING TELL, I don't want you going near my 'parts' I'm wearing a binder, I AM A FUCKING TRANSGENDER BOY GO FUCKING TELL ME IM WORTHLESS AND THAT YOU HATE ME, IM READY" I broke down. "Patrick I, why Di-" "I DONT WANNA HEAR IT"
I gave up. I left the room and ran into the bathroom. I picked up my secret sash of pills. Quickly I pushed them into my throat and then suddenly everything went black.
Then I knew I was dead.
The end.

*shit shit shit what a piece of shit*