"Hushed" The Short Story

Tring Tring,

I wanted to reach on my phone by my side table to turn off alarm but I couldn't, then I have lifted up a little so I can take my phone from side table and turn it off and went back to sleep, even tho I knew it was time to wake up to go school but I just don't want to go and face those people who just know how to bully me.

My mother came to wake me up and I knew that I can't sleep anymore.

"Breakfast is ready, just go wash your face and has breakfast." My mother said during wandering in my room and cleaning the stuff I messed and then she left.

When I go downstairs my mother asked "Why are you so late? Breakfast went col…." she cut her own words when she saw me that I was fully ready to go school then she changes her words to " Oh so my baby is so ready to go school. Why so fast? any exciting? Hm?" I didn't reply to those words and my mind was like "Is it kind of joke?" but I was not interested in it.

I almost felt full even I didn't eat that much. I take my bicycle and left for school. On the way of the road I saw some students smoking in the corner but unfortunately, they saw me watching them and they were running towards me before they catch me I rode my bicycle as fast as I can.

After locking the bicycle I ran fast for my class. I just couldn't concentrate on my class and it was almost half and a year that I am going through. I noticed that now Teachers are being concerned for me, especially my homeroom teacher. 

When the class is over. My homeroom Teacher asked me to follow him to his office.

"Is anything bother you, Mr. Dev? " My teacher asked me this question unexpectedly. I just couldn't gather myself to answer this.

"Um… aa… I.. " Words were not coming from my mouth.

"You are acting weird these days, You were a bright student then Why for one year you are not attentive in class." I can feel the concern of my teacher, he was the teacher I can easily communicate because he is the best teacher I have ever met.  He was always helpful whenever our class was in hard situations. He is a teacher with whom I can communicate, But I did know, there is something, he won't believe me why should I tell something to him where he even won't trust me. So I just decided to be quiet.

"Mr. Dev,  I was thinking I should talk to you before I keep a meeting to your parents. But as you are an adult now, you are 18. You should go to Psychiatric. Maybe they are helpful to your stressful situation."

Those words take my anger to my nerve and now I was not in my control.

"STOP IT" I almost shouted. "So you also think I am crazy? I just don't get it why everyone thinks that it is good to keep this simple as you can. IT IS NOT GOOD. It is not simple enough..,  well actually it is simple but you guys making it bigger."

"Rajiv, Listen……" I cut off what the teacher was about to say. 

 "NO... I will not listen to you or anyone else. Why? why only should I listen to others? How can others think of me to change and want me to meet Psychiatric? I am okay with what I am. I am not the one who should change. you people should change, your mind, I am not mental but you guys are. This is what God wants me to be the one, So I am. The world is changing. Sir. Why don't you guys changing the mind for this? Is LGBT so wrong? If it was, God never creates them. The rapist, murderer, or any criminals, You consider them as Human but Gay. Are not they human or else you throw them to a mental hospital to do some kind of conversion therapy. No, I don't need it to change my mind because of it, not my mind. It is me what I am. But here is your mind that is not acceptable to those things." I almost cried at the whole words I was saying.. "They were my friends I thought they will understand but they leave me and now I am bullying by others like I deserve this. Do I deserve? Do I?" I let out a long breath like I take years to take a breath. My teacher was quite like he was just want to listen to me. After some minutes passed when he realized I complete my talks. He put his hands on my shoulder and the words he said shocked me. "There you are a boy, I wanted you to let out all anger and now use this anger to positivity. And don't be weak at this point just don't let the others bully you. You were right, you are not wrong. But here people are so confused with religious thoughts. They need some time and you have to give them time."  I confusedly asked. "but what things make them confused? I am religious too I worship God"

"Yes dear, but religious books don't let them think that far. Its okay kiddo, it will take times but it will resolve."

"But when? How much time I have to wait for this and bear with it." I said it annoyingly.

"You just live, how you want.  Don't bother with people. The more concern is your own family, what they think about you? Okay?"

When I left the office, all the conversation was wandering in my mind. I don't know why I just feel satisfied to talk with him. I did know that there is a lot of people, all around me who don't accept me with their culture but at least I know that there is nothing wrong with me.