The EMT grabbed his bag, and ran briskly up the drive.

He hoped this time he wasn't too late, and all were still alive.

Before he could reach to knock on the door, it was opened by a man.

He looked shocked, shattered, in a trance like state, blood on both his hands.

The EMT motioned for his partner to take care of the broken guy.

He continued into the house emitting a sad and fearful sigh.

Sobbing sounds led him down the hall to an open bedroom door.

There lay in a puddle of blood, a young man on the floor.

The mother cried heaving sobs, both hands resting on her son's chest.

She kissed the pale cheek one last time, and then softly, she confessed.

They wouldn't leave my boy alone, just because he was gay.

He suffered cruelty and ridicule each and every day

At seventeen, he had to live with beatings and being the outcast and such.

I just hope he knew deep in his heart, his family loved him very much.

The EMT took the mother's shaking hands and led her out into the hall.

He took his cell phone from his case and made the dreaded call.

Sirens were heard, and red lights flashed, adding to the heaviness of the air.

The EMT knew the ambulance and police would very soon be there.

A handsome teen ran by the EMT, falling to his knees upon the floor.

He lay his head on the dead youth's chest, and tears began to pour.

The EMT left the room and went to wait outside.

He wanted to give the youth time with his boyfriend before the ambulance arrived.

The time came for the EMT to lead the officers to the deceased.

He was hoping the young man had enough time with his dead lover to make his peace.

As they walked through the door the young man had his hands underneath the body, trying to lift it from the floor.

The EMT and police officers felt the young man's grief down to their own soul's core.

The EMT touched the young mans arm and told him to wait for help from the others.

Looking at the EMT with tear-filled eyes, he said huskily, "He ain't heavy, he's my brother."

A/N This kept going through my mind on the way to work today. I've been down for the last three or four days, and I guess it was niggling at my mind, wanting out.