Time for another essay, again from the English Writing 2006 Paper (but this time not done to the time limit).
Write a short story using the following opening:
Andrew didn't know what to do. Just hours earlier things had been simply perfect. Now this. He let his mind wonder back to…
Andrew didn't know what to do. Just hours earlier things had been simply perfect. Now this. He let his mind wonder back to his lover. What had he done to deserve to be treated like this? He thought these people were his friends. He thought they'd be happy to hear the news, but instead this. Why does who you love matter? Why do some forms of love have to be disliked so much? His life could be so much better if his friends could just get past it.
Although Andrew had know his lover for years, they'd never been as close as they were now. Neither of them wanted to rush into something the other didn't want to do. They both knew that they had cared for each other for ages, but they had been too embarrassed to let any of their friends know. They didn't know how their friends would react. Now they knew all too badly.
No matter what Andrew said, his friends couldn't stop insulting him. Was it really that important? He almost felt like killing his friends, something he hoped he'd never end up doing, although with his anger increasing exponentially it seemed almost probable.
Hours later, he fell crying into the arms of Michael, his boyfriend. He assumed it was because of how he'd been treated by his friends. His friends lay where they had been standing hours previously, but with blood covering the room, and with limbs separated from their bodies scattered across the floor. He'd come back to them, half an hour later, with a baseball bat in hand. I'll spare you the gory details, but I'll say they didn't last long. It didn't look good from where I am. His friends had argued they'd done it in jest, but he already had his own opinion. They wouldn't be able to question his actions for long.
Weeks later, they still lay where they had been bludgeoned to death when the bodies were finally found. Andrew was arrested within hours. Michael understood all too well why Andrew had been crying now. He started to think how bad it must've been, to make Andrew do what he did, as although he had had plenty of abuse at him, he'd rarely hit anyone, much less actually hurting them. I'm almost glad I never fell in love. I guess being asexual has its advantages. Michael was in tears about what had happened. Why does anyone deserve to be bullied like that? I've been bullied enough myself, but I've never been bullied anything like as much as the majority of homosexuals I know. Can heterosexuals not accept anything else? Why must they be so intolerant?
Alas, Andrew's court trial dragged on month after month, but eventually ended with him being sentenced to life in prison, with a minimum sentence of twelve years. Michael, picking himself up, managed to move on, although slowly.
Many, many, many years later, Andrew, slumped against the wall of his cell, finally gets told by the ever weary guards that he can leave. As he walked out of the dark gloomy prison into the setting summer sun, he found Michael waiting for him. Running up to kiss him, the abuse starts all over again. Michael just whispers to him "I won't let you do this ever again – I miss you too much."