Where It Began 2

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Chapter 2

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew was the cleaned

up mess from the broken vase and a nurse bringing in some lunch. I just

looked at the tray then pushed it aside. I didn't want to eat. I didn't

want anything, I felt betrayed and numb, I knew WHY I had to be castrated but still my parents making that desicion without talking to ME about it.

I don't think so, that was unfair, no one asked what I thought or how I

felt, that just isn't right.

The doctor came in a little while later and saw I didn't eat anything.

He checked me over then sat in a chair by my bed.

"Aaron I know you are upset, but throwing a vase and not eating and

saying you hate people isn't going to help you. You have to talk and let

us know how you feel, right now your hormone levels are falling, and I

know that has to be hurting you." what does he know he isn't castrated

is he? "Maybe I don't know directly how you feel and I am SO SORRY that

this had to happen but we told you if not you could have died" at least

I would have had all of my parts if that happend I thought.

"Maybe you don't want to hear this but your parents love you and are

upset at the out break that you had. We have talked and you are going to

be seeing a psyciestrist in the next week to talk about your problems and

what has happened." fuck you I don't think so. "Aaron please talk to me

and tell me what you are thinking or how you feel please." he said with

a pleading tone. I just looked at him gave him the bird and said.

"Fuck You" then turned my head away. I will NEVER forgive them for what

they did to me. He just sighed got up and walked out. A nurse came in

with my release papers then walked out. I got up carefully because I was

still hurting and got dressed. My parents and a nurse came in

with a wheelchair and I looked at it. I just shook my head and started

walking towards the door. The nurse stopped me.

"Sorry but this is how things work. You sit and I push got it." she said

in a friendly tone. I looked at her smiled shot the bird then walked

out, slowly but I was soon walkeing a little better then before. The

doctor saw me smiled and stopped me.

"Why aren't you in the wheel chair? It is hospital policy, you must be

wheeled down." he said. I just gave him a dead stair then walked past

him. He grabbed my shoulder and tried to pull me to the chair, I whirled

around and grabbed his hand and bent it backwards.

"DON'T EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN." I yelled. I released his hands looked

hatred to my parents and walked away. I heard another doctor ask the

other one what happened but I didn't hear the response I keep walking.

I heard someone running up behind me and they put there hand on my

shoulder.

"Young man that is not acceptable you WILL apologize to the doctor and go

in the wheel chair do you understand?" the guy that is the shrink said

to me. I just turned looked at him, with all of the hate I could and

simply said

"FUCK YOU, don't you DARE tell me what to do. I HATE YOU, MY PARENTS and

THAT FUCKING DOCTOR" I said. I shrugged his hand off and got on the

elevator as the doors opened. I closed them and headed down stairs.

The doors opened and I walked out side and waited on my parents. About

5 mintues later they came down.

"Son that wasn't really nice you know. We know you are hurting but being

that mean isn't fair" said my dad. I just looked at him and walked away.

I saw where the car was and walked to it. When I got there I turned

around and saw my parents coming this way talking. The finally got there

and we headed home. It was a quite drive.

When we got home and went in mom asked me if I wanted anything to eat I

just ignored her and went up stairs to my room. I was tired and sore and

I wanted to rest. I was so mad it wasn't even funny. I heard a soft

knock on my door then it opened, it was my dad. He came in and I turned

away from him, I wasn't about to start talking to him now. He sat quitely

for a few minutes.

"Son we are sorry. We don't know what to do, but please don't be mean or

hateful to us, we did what we had to do, I know you are hurting but son we

wanted you to live." he said, I could hear sorrow in his voice, I heard

the bed-room door open again.

"You don't know what I am feeling, or what I am thinking. You two are

barely there anyway, I would have prefered to die then to have my balls

cut off, so don't you DARE tell me you know how I feel, now GET OUT." I

said. My dad got up and I heard him and my mom who was crying leave my

room. I feel asleep.

I awoke about 2 in the morning and was in pain and was hungry. I grabbed

my bottles of pill, took one then went to the kitchen, no one was up, if

they were I would have just went back to bed. I fixed a sandwich grabbed

a class of water and sat down. I started eating, after I ate I took my

pill. I wrenched out my plate and turned around and saw my dad there

smiling at me.

"Finally got hungry uh?" he asked, I just looked at him then walked past

him to my room without saying a word. I think I hurt him, good I am hurt

too. I went to my room crawled under my covers and went to sleep.

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The next morning I awoke around noon, I guess the pills really put me

out. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth instead of a shower took

a bath and was careful around my empty scrotam sack, I just looked down

and silently cried. After about 10 mintues I finally bathed got out and

dried off. I walked to my room, pulled on a pair of boxers, and went

down stairs. My mom was in the kitchen drinking coffee and reading the

paper. She looked up when I came in and smiled.

"Good morning did you sleep well? Do you want something to eat?" she

asked, I just ignored her and fixed me a bowl of cereal. She looked at me

but didn't say anything. About an hour later, while I was back in my

room, there was a knock on the door. "Honey you have a doctors appointment

in an hour. You need to get ready." then she walked off. I just sighed

and said fuck it.

OK I thought so I got up and got dressed. I went down staris when my

mom said it was time to go. It was a quite ride and I staired out the

window the entire time ignoreing my mom as she tried to talk and joke, she finally gave up. We arrived about 20 minutes later. We walked in and

went up to the 3rd floor. When we got off of the elevator I sat down and

my mom went and told the receptianest that I was there. She came and sat

beside me and put her hand on my arm, I pulled my arm away and went and

sat on the other side of the room. She looked hurt but I didn't care, I

am tired of them trying to make me feel better. A few minutes later the

door opened and Dr. Prescot came out.

"Hi and how are you two doing today?" he asked, I just turned my head

away. My mom answeard and said 'fine'. "Why don't I talk to your mom

alone, for a few minutes ok?" he asked. I just shruggged my shoulder and

keep turned away from him. They walked into his office, and shut the

door, I just continued staring out of the window. About 15 minutes later

the door opened my mom came out and I was called in. I walked in sat in

a chair and turned away from the doc.

"Well I just spent the last few minutes talking to your mom and she told

me all about what happened after you got home. Why don't you tell me

about it." he said. I just continued staring away from him. A

few minutes later he talked again. "Ok I see you don't want to talk

well I will. As we have said before we are sorry that this has happened

to you, and no I don't know how you feel, I wish I could make you feel

better, but only you can do that. You need to open up and tell us how

you feel, so we can help you Aaron. I do want to help, I know you are

depressed that is VERY obviouse, but in order to help you I need to know

what is going on in that head of yours." he said. I knew I would NOT

talk to him at all. I think something like 30 minutes past with us just

sitting there him talking occaianly and me ignoring him and looking away,

finally he said time was up.

"I hope next week you will talk." he said getting up and putting his hand

out for me to shake, I looked at it and turned around and headed for the

door, I opened it but before I walked out I turned around and said just

two words.

"Fuck You" yeah those two words. I walked out, shut the door and headed

out side. My mom followed me. We headed home in quiteness.When we got

there I headed to my room and she headed to the kitchen.

I felt between my legs and felt my dick and where my balls used to be I

hate this. I can't jack off, I can't even really get hard, I can't let no

one see me like this, I'm scared, I don't know what to do. I didn't

think about kids becasue I am gay, I have known I was gay sence I was 11,

but still one day I may want them. I just started crying.

TBC��

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