I walked up to my room looking down at the stairs paying attention to every little detail in the expensive looking wood. The almost bronze golden colour shining in the natural light of the evening sun.

I made it to my door and closed it as quietly as possible.

My head was spinning with confusion, regret and disappointment in myself. I wanted to scream out and cry but all I could do was take in everything.

My parents me. The people who raised me, telling me they'd always love me and no matter how I live, they'd continue to love me with every bit of their soul. Love is unconditional, as they said.

Before today I always thought as a fact that they would accept me for being a homosexual. A gay. But that "fact" changed drastically.

I came out today. About 8 minutes ago to be exact. I told them I was gay, and I was expecting a response such as "We love you no matter what" but what I got were the horrified amber eyes of my father and my mother standing in the kitchen, her pink lips wide apart forming a shocked look as if she had just seen a monster take away something so very precious to her.

A few seconds pass...

and my dad stood up, knocking his chair back aggressively and walked away from the dinner table without another word as my mother awkwardly continued to stir the pasta.

I just sat there confused out of my mind. What just happened..? Did he think I said something else? Or did he not agree with it anymore?

A few seconds later, a loud shatter was heard followed by the loud sounds of multiple objects hitting the floor.

My mother stopped stirring the overcooked pasta, turning off the stove, and went to the room calling out for her husband. I heard them talking the in other room and decided to figure out what was happening.

I creeped down the hallway and stood next to the door by my fathers office, where I heard them talking.

I dreaded these words and prayed for this to just be a dream as I heard, ""

I stood beside the wood door as my lips parted and I felt my face melt into an expression of hurt.

My heart throbbed as I quietly left the hallway to my room where I'm now sitting, curled up in a ball next to my door. My dark hair fell over my eyes as I tucked my head between my knees.

A few times I chewed my lip raw, avoiding my lip piercing, while thinking about everything, the anxiety eating at me as did my now burning lips.

I tasted blood in my mouth as I realized I had been harshly gnawing at my lips, refusing to stop as the bleeding only worsened. Eventually the taste of a metallic and salty liquid disgusted me too much so I forced myself to stop, instead switching to bite the skin on my fingers.

I looked at the digital clock in the corner of my room as it read "" I mentally groaned and stood up from my spot on the floor and migrated myself over to my cold bed.

Sometimes all I wished for was someone else to share my bed with, and to love when my parents weren't there. But now I think that's the only love I'd ever get.

Lost in my thoughts I slowly drifted off to sleep where dreams weren't reality.

"There's a place in Canada, made for housing boys.. similar to you." My mom explained hesitantly as I looked at her with shock.

She wasn't really doing this.. was she?

"Your father and I think it's best for you to go there for a month or two." She continued more confident when my dad walked into the room and stood beside her.

"We'll see how much progress you make during your stay, and whether or not to keep you there"

'Progress'? I've made my progress. I'm gay and they can't fix that.

"They have a school there you can attend. There so you don't get behind, but that's only if you stay longer than the few months. We'll head to the airport tonight-"

"So you're disowning me?" I said suddenly refusing to let her finish the thought.

She grimaced and looked down in shame "Honey, no we're not. We love you very much, it's just.."

"Just what? I though it was okay to be 'Different' and I should love who I am. But why can't you guys do the same? I mean for fucking sakes, you're the ones that taught me that!" I cried out in frustration.

"Watch your language, Avery. We very much have the right to send you there and we will do as we please!" My dad yelled back, standing taller as if I were a threat to him.

"Yeah? You do huh? Well fuck you both! Maybe I thought wrong that you guys actually loved me!" I screamed back not thinking clearly about my words which would scar the relationship between all of us.

I stormed up the stairs and slammed the door shut very loudly, pronouncing my state as pissed so they both got the message to not even come near my room.

I let out a string of never ending curses as I walked to my bed, sitting on the edge watching as Bunny, my Cat stuffed animal, dipped into the sheets more and fell forward.

I pulled the small plush up to my chest and silently let out a storm of tears. I couldn't believe that my parents were sending me off without another thought. Hell it hasn't even been 12 hours since I told them.