I crash into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me and not bothering to lock it properly. I stumble up to the mirror, hands coming up to grip the edge of the sink.

My pale face, despite all the sun I had been getting recently, stares back at me. Same brown eyes and beauty marks I 've had my whole life, twisted by the panic plainly etched on my face. And all I can think '

Here too. Even with all of the acceptance I 've gotten so far, here too.

I guess I should have figured, in a world where slavery runs rampant among the upper class they 'd still have shit like homophobia and transphobia.

'

Shit, it's not like this is the first time it's ever happened to me, and he didn 't even get violet! So why the hell '

Why the hell is it hitting me so hard?!