Homophobia

I opened the door that led in the stairway. There was no one there. I descended a few steps and I sat down. Everything was quiet and peaceful there but not in my mind. I cried there, alone on the steps. I put my face in my hands and let the tears flow. What else could I do? I couldn't be more discouraged about everything in my life.

I could hear someone climbing the big and long staircase. I was on the ninth floor and it was a long way up. The footsteps got louder and louder. I couldn't concentrate with that noise. It suddenly stopped at the bottom of the flight of stairs in the middle of the eighth floor and the ninth floor. I let go of my face to look down the stairs.

"You fucking faggot!" The man at the bottom of the stairs yelled at me while shaking his head in disgust. He just looked at me like I was some piece of shit in his way. I became very upset. It wasn't because his accusation was untrue that I felt that way; it was far worse. I just couldn't stand the fact that there were inconsiderate people like him everywhere in this hellhole. People who treat others like shit for no apparent reason. People who insult people they don't know just because they could never understand them. People who are hateful of things that will never concern them. What difference would it have made if I were gay? Did he think for one second that I would think of him as a possibility in my future relationships? He was the scum of the planet. If I were the gayest person in the world I still would never consider him as anything else than the careless, insensitive monster he was.

I stood up for myself. The look on my face went from sadness to pain with the fierceness and confidence that overtook my functions. I looked very mean. I also wore all black clothes. Not gothic mind you, just black. I took one step down and kept a deadly gaze on him.

"You think I'm a faggot because I'm crying? Let me ask you something: Did you ever kill anyone?" I asked in a challenging tone. He had a confused look but he didn't answer.

"That's what I thought you'd say." I said while grinning. I crossed my arms and took a step closer to the railings. I looked down the flight of stairs that led all the way down to the first floor. It was a long way down indeed. I turned back towards the man at the bottom of the stairs.

"How would you feel about throwing me down the stairs right now?" I asked while tilting my head towards the ledge. I could see his confused look remained. I took another step down and a cold smirk appeared on my face. I looked intimidating.

"Or would you be too afraid? Would you be too scared that I would be the one throwing you down there instead? Is it because you don't believe I'm as defenseless as I appear? Is it because you fear that I may be stronger than I look? Is it because you think that even if I'm smaller than you, I can still destroy you?" I said coldly while holding my right arm up and squeezing my hand in a very tight fist. You could see my veins stick out from my forearm and the rage I was sending down to him with my deadly gaze. I was terrifying him. I looked completely fearless and dangerous.

"Still nothing to say, have you?" I observed while taking another step down towards him. He just stood there very still.

"Let me tell you something: you don't know me. You will never know me. This doesn't concern you." I started and took another step towards him. There was a pause.

"You're very lucky that I don't have an ounce of aggression in me because if I did: either one of us would be down there right now." I said while tilting my head towards the staircase.

"Why don't you get out of here you insensitive prick." I said in a more neutral tone while showing him the ninth floor doors. He hesitated for a moment and walked carefully past me and climbed the rest of the way as fast as he could. I shook my head in disappointment and sighed. Some people just don't understand.