Date: Fri, 24 Sep 2010 11:09:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Cailen Vature <cailenauthor@yahoo.com>
Subject: Raven Chapter 12

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Chapter 12: The Pen is Mightier...

	I spent my morning with Ian talking about stuff. We worked out some
of the better details of us going into `the closet' and we also talked
about our likes and dislikes and I made it much longer than I had yesterday
before I needed my pain meds.
	The doctor came in to give me the meds and looked over my vitals
	"Lift your arms up" he asked and I complied
	"Any pain?" he asked
	"Only a little" I said
	"Good, now I want you to try to get off this bed and walk over to
your friend there across the room" the doctor said pointing to Ian who had
taken a seat on the far side of the room when the doctor entered.
	I moved to swing my legs over the side of the bed and did feel some
stinging pain in my side when I moved and I quickly learned how to control
my movement to avoid that pain. I felt my feet connect with the cold floor
	"Good... now stand" the doctor said and frankly that was easier
said than done seeing how I haven't done this in a week. I pressed down and
tried pulling myself upright but I fell back down to the bed resulting in a
stabbing pain in my side.
	Ian got up to come to my rescue but the doctor held him off
	"Let him come to you, don't worry I'm here in case he falls" the
doctor said to Ian
	"That's hardly reassuring" I said giving him a frown
	"Your incentive is that way" the doctor said pointing to Ian
	I groaned but tried again and found myself on shaky feet. I held
onto the railing of the bed for dear life as my knees threatened to buckle
below me and I steadied myself and took pause standing for the first time
in nearly a week.
	"Back on my feet" I said giving Ian a smile who smiled back
	I decided to stretch and bent my knees up and rolled my ankles
	`Boy that feels good'
	"Stiff anywhere?" the doctor asked seriously
	"Not there yet..." I smirked in my reply indicating Ian sitting
across the room
	"Ha ha..." Ian said with a smile
	"In all seriousness I could really go for a foot massage" I said
causing the doctor to smile
	I planted my feet back down after my stretching and took a few
tentative steps towards the end of the bed. Finally I managed to overcome
my fears and took my first few steps out into the center of the room. I
found my confidence and walked the remaining way into Ian's waiting arms
and I sat down in the chair next to him
	"It feels good to be out of bed" I said
	"Good to see you out of bed" Ian smiled at me
	"Well that was excellent, I will be signing your release papers,
you can go home this afternoon, but we will have three follow ups in the
next few weeks to see how you are healing" the doctor smiled walking out
the door
	"Wait!" I called to the doc who stood in the doorway
	"Yes?" the doctor asked "any questions?"
	"I... I just didn't catch your name" I said blushing at the
absurdity of the question
	The doc didn't seem to mind and let out a kind smile
	"It's Trap, Trap Willis" The doctor said walking out of the room
	"He seems like a nice guy" Ian smiled
	"He's gay" I said back causing Ian's eyes to widen
	"How... how do you know that?" Ian asked
	"Simple... he told me" I said giving Ian a smirk
	"He just told you?" Ian asked amazed
	"Yup, he's got these two kids and..."
	"He had kids?" Ian asked
	"Adopted, beautiful family" I said
	Ian smiled and hugged me closer gently to not upset my side. At
that moment I saw my parents enter my room. Ian tried pulling himself away
but I wasn't having that and I squeezed him even closer.
	"You're up!" my mom exclaimed seeing me sitting in the chair "the
doctor said we would be taking you home today" she smiled brilliantly
	"I'm ready to go home... but I don't think I have enough space in
my bedroom for all this stuff" I gestured to the mountain of gifts and
balloons and cards and well wishes"
	"About that..." my dad said stepping forward from around my mom
"our phone has been ringing off the hook since the incident and there's
this, my dad said handing me a newspaper"
	I took the paper nervously in my hand. I started shaking and I
didn't think I could open it"
	"It's alright" Ian said taking my hand and helping me open it


	"Student Attack Raises Awareness to Hate Crimes"

	Birchmont's own Dustin Farrell 15 a rising swimming star was
brutally attacked by fellow student Corey Vancil. Vancil was apprehended
moments after the attack and taken into custody. Vancil had two other
accomplices Joey LeBlanc and Nick Lyons who were also taken into custody
but were later released. All three have been expelled from Birchmont High
School; Mr. Greene vice principle of Birchmont High released the following
statement.

	"Our Hearts go out to the families affected by this terrible chain
of events. There can be no doubt from the nature of the attack and from eye
witness testimony and from what we have learned from several students that
this attack was deliberately plotted and carried out in the nature of a
hate crime."

	An undisclosed source reported that Mr. Farrell suffered "two
broken ribs, a bruised solar plexus, a dislocated jaw, two black eyes, a
re-broken nose, and was sexually assaulted with a wooden dowel suffering
multiple ruptures and over fifty contusions over his whole body."

	There has been a lot of conjecture whether or not Mr. Farrell was
indeed a homosexual, the student outcry after this horrific attack has been
astounding and shows of support has been enormous. A student rally was held
the day before Birchmont's first swim meet and a contingent of students
went to the meet waving banners and wearing shirts supporting the student
who couldn't be there. Waves of calls have been flooding the school from
parents and members of the community in show of support of Mr. Farrell"


	The article continued but I couldn't keep reading. I looked up at
my parents and then over to Ian.
	"So what do you think?" my dad asked
	To be honest I had no idea, shows of support? I've hadn't had
friends in ages and it takes my almost dying to change all that? I was
speechless and stunned and had no way of computing exactly what I felt
about it. The story was incomplete; the newspaper was missing a huge
portion of what happened... they were missing my story.
	"I don't really know..." I said
	"Well there are several other stories like it and the papers have
been calling our house constantly asking to speak with you but obviously we
said no we..."
	"Can I have a pen and paper?" I asked as my idea sparked in my head
	"Sure" Ian said reaching to a table next to him and grabbed a
mechanical pencil. I clicked the lead into place. My dad got the wheelie
tray that used to feed me food on the bed and lowered it so I could write
on it while I was sitting

	"My name is Dustin Farrell. Currently I am moments away from being
released from the hospital, I have learned of the shows of support towards
me and I am grateful to you all. Like family our community responds
together in the face of tragedy and this is no different. However there are
a few things I would like to express.
	For years I have felt alone and friendless. I am a homosexual, a
fag. My feelings prevented me from interacting like other boys around
me. Corey discovered my secret and years of beatings followed. He proceeded
to slander my name through the mud to where nobody would dare even sit near
me... where was my support and rallies of friends then?
	Though I sit here still recovering in the hospital and I am sure my
parents think I am loopy I really don't think Corey is completely to blame,
I allowed this to continue because I was too afraid to come out. I allowed
this to happen because I was ashamed to say anything. A friend once told me
that it is easy to focus on the bad and overlook the good. I always saw
Corey as a bully, and he only saw me as a faggot. But Corey is also a great
student, a good friend and a good athlete and I hope the media and
community honor his family's privacy during this time.
	I know that I am not alone, and that there are others, suffering to
come out. You're afraid and you fear the unknown. I ask that you not be
afraid and that you speak up. If you know of somebody going through this,
speak up. It's my hope that people like me don't think of Corey as an evil
person, as I also hope that people like-minded (to Corey) will see me as a
good person. Hate works both ways and I hope that together we will overcome
this so that this could have been prevented. I hope to return to school
soon and win some medals at the next swimming tournament.

	Thanks
	Dustin Farrell"


	I signed the paper and folded it into three's and handed it to my
dad.
	"Make sure that gets to the right place" I said
	My dad unfolded the letter and read it over before nudging my mom
and handing it to her and they both looked at me
	"This is well written" my mom said
	I was sort of ashamed and wanted to take the letter back but she
folded it and placed it in her purse
	"I thought I should make a statement or something..." I said
	"Oh you made a statement alright" my dad smiled "a good one"
	"Want to help me up?" I asked my dad who have me an arm up and I
stood on shaky legs again and I walked to the window and looked down five
stories and saw a helicopter sitting on a landing pad.
	"We're at UMASS?" I asked my dad
	"Yup... where you were born" he said
	Doctor Willis came back only a moment later
	"Well I have someone's release form, someone wants to go home
today?" he asked with a smile
	I smiled back
	"You sure I'm good to be on my own?" I asked
	"On your own?" the doctor scratched his head dramatically I could
tell he was making fun of me "you're going to be lucky if you can even poop
alone"
	He was probably right
	"Besides..." he continued "I'm going to see you at your follow ups
to make sure that you're healing alright and that there are no
complications. I'm still prescribing you another week's rest before
venturing back to school and probably a week or two more before swimming as
we need to keep an eye on your rib which will be tender for quite some time
to come."
	"Thanks for everything" I said with a smile
	"You're entirely welcome, I got to run these to the office,
err... You might want to get changed before you leave" Dr. Willis gave me a
funny glance over when I realized I had been wearing a hospital gown the
who time and my backside was exposed for all to see
	I flushed with embarrassment when my dad went to the stack of well
wishes and procured a bad with some of my clothes from home and I quickly
as I could managed hobbled to the bed and got dressed.
	I was totally embarrassed when Ian insisted on wheeling me to the
car in a wheelchair but I was grateful as mom and dad went to get the car
and we were left alone... with my mountain of well wishes
	"You know I wanted to curse the good doctor... I was enjoying the
view of your ass" Ian whispered in my ear as he held the chair
	"Thanks" I muttered back
	"You're still beautiful you know" Ian whispered "and I love you"
	"You too" I said watching my parents pull up
	Ian and I remained a hetero distance away from each other the whole
ride back which hurt and when we got back to the house my Dad had to bring
Ian back to his dad's house and with my parents there I couldn't kiss
him. But he promised to be back over for Monday which made me happy so I
said I would see him then.
	My dad actually carried me up the stairs into my room and after all
the excitement from the morning I fell asleep almost instantly.