A Butterfly's Dream - Prologue. Prologue

Am I just as bad as them? Am I so different from a month ago just because I happen to find another boy attractive?

Stopping the flow of words, his hands hovering over his keyboard, the young male tried to gather his scattered thoughts together, not wanting to lose what he wanted to say to his readers. Sitting back in his chair, he took a moment to read over what he had already typed up before leaning forward and continuing to type.

I asked my families pastor about what the bible says about homosexuality. He went off on a tangent about how all homosexuals were condemned to hell, that they had lost Gods love the moments they went against the natural order that God had put in place.
I was shocked at the words that spewed out of his mouth. No wonder so many of the people who go to our church call the man a prejudice bastard, but sill one of the best pastors out there.

I have a feeling if it ever happened, it wouldn't be good.

"David! Dinners ready!" A woman's voice called out, breaking the dark haired boy's concentration. Lifting his hands up from the keyboard, he turned to the door before turning back to his computer. Moving his mouse, he clicked on the 'post to JLB' button near the bottom of his screen before sliding his chair back. Getting up, he headed out the door, shutting the light off with a flick of the switch.

"David Jean Louis Benbitz, get down here before your food gets cold," was heard through the two story house.

"I'm coming," he called back, closing the door behind him before walking down the stairs. Back in his room, lit by only the computer screen, the mouse started to move, opening up a new tab on his browser window. A few keystrokes and clicks of the mouse later and a page quickly loaded.

It was a newspaper page and showed a picture of a young girl about the age of 17. The headline said it all to the empty room.

"Girl Dies from Attack. Case Still Open"