No Tears, No Pain
The tinted blue window held his reflection on the oppisite side of the glass, opposed to the countless back stabbers on the other side. When it rolled down he ducked and dodged their hatred looks at his shrinking image. Sadly it was not enough to keep out the transparent gazing in his direction, and the gritting frustration that passed through his skin. He quickly rolled it back up and fought back tears as he neared the hospital. The rain was beating rapidly on the card door, when he opened it and leaped from it's concealing. The by passers, striding passed him only gave a shameful glare and continued on to their venture inside the building, or out.
When he passed through the revolving door it bacame real on the other side. It was warm and comfortable, the atmosphere was strong and dependent. But when he turned towards the front desk they only pointed down the hallway to their left and starred back hatefully. He turned away with sadness and went down the wing. He knew somehow where his boyfriend lay, somewhere at the end of the hall where the nurses would forget to bring him dinner and doctors would deny his requests.
The only thing he didn't know, was the state he was in. The last time he had seen him, his face was blood covered and limbs were bent in wrong directions, ones he had never seen move in such a direction of pain before. He caresed the door handle and slipped inside to view his sleeping love. He looked peaceful in the reflection of the dark blue light coming from the clear window shades. His face was cleaned and soft, and he had several casts placed on his body in variuos places where bones were broken and limits were passed.
He neared the bed and layed a hand over his cool forehead, his hair was almost reaching the bottom of his eyelids now. He brushed it aside, and took his hand back. When he pulled away, his body shifted to a chair and he squirmed down into it, looking back at the bed.
"Im sorry." He began, with hardly any tone. "Im sorry i didn't stop them, that i wasn't there to save you... Im sorry for the hatred of this world that seems we will never overcome. Im sorry for the pain you and i have to indure for loving, and the shame we have to be passed with, while not being able to proclaime eachother as one. Im sorry for the bones you have now broken and the heart you have torn. But most of all, i am sorry the last thing you will hear is the dirt covering your grave, six feet under the dead grass. As im sure you've heared by now... you're considered almost to the end of your rope. All i can say is im sorry... and i will never forgive scociety for doing this to you... and me. Good-bye."
With that he stood up and waltzed to the door. He turned back for one final look at his love, then continued his exit. Seconds later, the sound of a slowing heart moniter, then a long solid beep was all that could be heared from the empty room.
This is one of my most treasured short stories i have written, people i give it to tend to love it, but please give me an honest opinion.