CLOSE YOUR EYES

Words of George Orwell; if you want to keep a secret, you must hide it from yourself. I'm a nineteen year old boy with a secret, one that could change the way the people I know and care about see me. I've tried to let it out but I'm scared, scared of the world's judgment. I've also tried to tell myself that I'm not who I know I am. I try to act differently from who I am supposed to be, but I can't keep up with this act anymore.

I am the only son of my parents. We gathered all sat in the dining room. My mum gave me this exhilarating look. She brushed my dad a bit and he began doing same.

"Talk" I commanded annoyed and then they spoke.

"Marcus honey, I and your dad have noticed that you haven't brought girls back home" My mum said avoiding eye contact with me.

"Nineteen years of your life and we haven't heard of any unwanted pregnancies" my dad said which shocked me.

"Wow, nice parenting" I retorted.