Mass Suicide

Date: 11/18/2016

My best friend and I suddenly woke up in a town in the 1950's, but we weren't incredibly phased by it. There was a big fireworks show going on that night so we went. We were all standing around watching it when suddenly a bunch of people started climbing out the doors and windows of this building right in front of me, and I knew what they were planning to do. 600 people jumped to their death right in front of all of us, and I screamed and screamed just so I wouldn't have to hear the sound of them all hitting the ground. I couldn't open my eyes for a long time. I wanted to go home so badly. I kept trying to call my mom but my phone wouldn't work. Then my friend and I wound up in the basement of a church. We saw two boys kissing but when the saw us they pulled away and looked terrified. "Don't worry, I won't tell." I said smiling at them. They looked relieved. My friend and I grabbed what we needed and turned to leave. As we were leaving, the taller of the two boys said "why don't you think we're monsters?" And I said "because I'm gay too." And we just smiled at each other and I left. My friend and I went to a bar where our new friends from the church found us. My mom was there now for some reason and I asked her for money to buy us all milkshakes. She said that she didn't have enough, so we all just danced in the bar and then went home. One of the boys said that we could stay with him. When I was at his house, one of my acrylic nails started to come off so I just peeled it off, but then my regular nail was coming off too, so I just peeled it off, it didn't even hurt. Then there was a weird, thicker nail underneath that, but it also peeled off with no pain. I was confused and I was going to ask for help but then I heard screaming. I went out into the hallway and I saw the dad of the boy that we were staying with screaming at the other boy, the shorter one. He said that he turned him into a monster and he never wanted him around his son again. I tried to step in, but the boy looked at me sadly and shook his head. I went downstairs to walk him out. There I found the taller boy's mother, sobbing on a chair in the middle of the living room. She was drinking liquor out of a test tube and she was clearly drunk. She started asking me why her son was like this. She quickly got angry and started using really gross slurs. This made me really mad. When she finally stopped talking I screamed "listen here you fat ugly cunt! There's nothing wrong with being gay! I'm gay, and there's nothing wrong with me! I've always been gay! The first crush I ever had was on a girl! It's just who I am!" And before she could respond, I woke up.