Prologue

[Note: This chapter contains slurs, please forgive me for using them.]

"Guh-" A bloody grunt was heard coming from the empty, silent apartment, followed by the sound of flesh being torn by a sharp, pointy weapon in a penetrating manner. Someone was being stabbed, repeatedly, several times over and over again, the sound of their screams was interrupted by the gurgling sound of someone drowning in their very own blood.

Would they die drowned or would die they of blood loss? That is a tricky question.

Our protagonist, his name doesn't matter anymore, was just killed by someone. How did it happen? Well, it was in the middle of the night and someone asked for his help and he opened the door to help them, only to have his throat cut just where his vocal cords would be, next he received a knife to the chest just close to the heart, but hitting the bone. Apparently, the killer came prepared because they had more than one knife. After all, as soon as the knife sank into just chest and was intercepted by the bone, they used another knife to slit his throat a little deeper, making him bleed from his throat and chest.

Next came the tackle, he felt his knees give in as the pain took over his body who just got in a state of shock, he couldn't move as he felt another stab, this time on his stomach, the burning pain of having a knife deep down your guts, cutting through your skin, muscle, and even intestines is something he never thought he would feel in his lifetime.

Then came the realization, he was going to die.

Fight or flight, those were the options for him at this moment, run from the wolf or hug the lamb. He tried to move, but he couldn't because as soon as he fell to the ground, he couldn't see it and only feel it now as another person pushed him to the ground, his eyes searched for light but he couldn't see the face of his attackers, all he remembers was a male voice asking for help when the door was being knocked on. Maybe that person was being attacked as well? Or... Maybe that person was also attacking him? For what reason? He has never done anything wrong, quite the contrary, he helped a lot of people in a lot of ways.

He donated money to charity, he helped in events, he would give food and clothes to LGBTQIA+ people who had been thrown out of their homes like he was before, and a lot more.

Then why?

It was then that he heard a voice whispered in a screamy tone: "Choke the faggot before he does any other noise and alerts the neighbors!" It was then that It clicked in, so his sexuality was the problem? Just because he liked males over females that he was getting killed...? That is such a pathetic reason. It wasn't the first time he suffered violence for being who he is, but now this was way worse than anything, maybe he had a chance to live but the bleeding and the weakness that he felt said the contrary. He felt his body growing colder every second as God knows how many stab wounds were done to him bled out.

Time was none of his concern as he saw his life flash before his eyes, memories he thought he had forgotten coming back to him and hitting him like a truck...

This one happened when he was 17.

He had a friend older than him, a 24-year-old man with short blond hair and a pretty fit body, who was married to this woman and had a daughter with her, they had a friend group composed of 5 friends. Three males and two females, him (17), his friend (24), another man (18), and two girls who were dating (21 and 22). He had a greater bond with the 24-year-old guy, who somehow understood him better than others, but he never felt anything more than Platonic love for him. And also he was married too! He loved his daughter, she was everything for him, he and his wife had a one-night stand and she got pregnant and gave birth to their daughter.

She was adorable.

She was that man's whole world... And then, his world came crumbling down. His daughter died in an accident that took her life, his wife blamed him because they got in the accident when they were coming back from a park, where he took her to... To commemorate her 6th birthday in a little humble way, because he had not much money to spend on her. But she loved it, she was happy to spend her whole day with her father not knowing it was her last... A drunk driver hit them, and because he had no money for a car, he had taken her on a bicycle that had little lights on, lights that his daughter loved so much. And also the very same reason they were hit...

He tried to get justice, but the drunk driver was the son of a very powerful and rich businessman, so his plead was not heard. His wife left him after getting a divorce and married someone else, and he had no one else but his friends.

One day, after a long day and a few beers, that man asked our protagonist to have sex with him. He couldn't possibly force himself to have sex with him, not because he wasn't physically attractive, that he was, but because he had no emotional attraction towards that man... So he rejected him. He kindly explained he only saw him as a friend and nothing else, his feelings were completely platonic...

After saying that, he had to leave because of college, but he wished he hadn't.

The very next day his corpse was found by another one of their friends, who found him hanging from a rope that wrapped around his neck... His lifeless body dangling from the ceiling, the lifeless eyes that were not shut and had a few dried tears on the corners, the long rope that was tightly holding the blackening skin around the neck due to the friction burn it received, showing that he moved his body while hanging, flailing and probably regretting what he did only to be too late. On the bed of his room was found together with images of his little daughter, a letter addressed to our protagonist, telling him he was sorry for even asking him anything and saying he was sorry for being pathetic, he had dreams of his daughter and nightmares of that day, he would hear her voice crying out to him as he begging for his help and he couldn't help it anymore.

He went to save his little girl.

The friend that found the body and letter held our protagonist responsible for the other man's suicide, telling him it was his fault. This caused a tear on their friend group, and to make things worse, one of the female friends found out she had cancer in a very advanced state and was slowly dying too, there were no hopes for a recovery in any way, shape, or form... Her girlfriend couldn't see her dying and she didn't want her girlfriend's last memory of her to be in a hospital bed, slowly dying, so they broke up and her girlfriend moved out of the country.

Our protagonist? He stood beside her, helping her till her final moments, and held her hand while she breathed her last breath, she has fought the wolf for a long time, battling against death every day and winning... Until she embraced the lamb and died peacefully, in her bed in the middle of the night, holding her best friend's hand. Her very last words were a mournful cry of regret followed by a sad silence of death.

However, he knew it was his fault his friend committed suicide. He tried to logically tell himself he couldn't have known that his friend would commit suicide, but no, he ignored his logical self and listened to his guilt, and decided it was his fault. He ignored the pain he felt, he had no right to feel bad about this when it was his fault, that was his new mentality. He searched for redemption by helping everyone he could, but deep down he knew he was doing that just to feel good about himself because he was selfish, he didn't want to feel guilty about what had happened, so he kept trying to find a way to redeem himself.

He helped many lives and had a hard time rejecting people's requests. It was his penance, he didn't matter, his pain didn't matter, nothing about him mattered. If it did, even for a second, he was being selfish... When he bought himself new clothes he would think that those clothes could be used by someone else who could need them, when he was eating he would think of those who cannot feed themselves, when he was sleeping he would sometimes think about those who did not have a roof to sleep under.

It wasn't healthy for him mentally, but it didn't matter, HE didn't matter.

His new objective was to help others and help them he did. He helped so many people that he lost count, but he never helped himself and never let others help him, because, in his eyes, he was undeserving of help. He did not deserve to be helped, he should help other and not the other way around...

After years of using his life to help others (for his selfish reasons, wanting to get rid of the guilt he carried for years, which made his help worthless because it wasn't done out of his desire to help, but because he was selfish.) he couldn't help anyone anymore.

Just like now, he could have fought and trashed to get free and run, and possibly live... But why should he? He doesn't deserve to live. He looked at the men who attacked him, they were all young adults, he was near 30 years old now, he had lived a pathetic life and he was glad it was over. Was it selfish of him to be happy his life was over? Maybe, but who would care? He is dying anyway.

As his eyes took one last look at his murderers, he knew that the hate crime they committed would not go well for them, looks like his worthless life was useful for something huh? At least they would get caught and possibly be locked away in jail, he isn't sure, but he is sure that no one would miss him anyway. As that thought came to mind, he kept staring... Eyes never closed while he died of blood loss.

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What he, our protagonist, didn't know is that, he was indeed missed.

His name was known on the internet, even though he didn't care enough to learn that, others were. He was a very respected icon on the LGBTQIA+ Community for being their guardian angel and helping so many young teens and young adults of the LGBTQIA+ Community getting shelter and not being homeless, so many people he brought happiness at the cost of his own mental and physical health. That was the reason he couldn't help others anymore, he was sick, ironically enough he had cancer too and it was in the worst stage possible, and yet, he ignored the pain and continued to work every day to try and help more people as he was slowly dying... Only the pandemic stopped him from regularly leaving his apartment, but he still did left and continued to help others, which brought even more attention to him.

Everyone thanked him for his help and appreciated his work, but they all took him for granted.

Until he died.

When the news and the internet reported his death, it was a shock to millions of people. Details were soon dug out from the files system by hackers and anonymous and the truth was learned. He was assassinated by 34 stab wounds, most located on the region of the stomach and crotch, his skin was also cut in various regions, his corpse was also violated and mutilated. It was a clear hate crime, a lot of people were shocked that just because he was gay he was killed in such a brutal manner, and worse yet! The killers? They were not brought to justice!

There was a file with the information on them, the four men that killed him and violated his corpse. They were all of the high social and financial class, so nothing happened to them after they committed such a crime against a good man.

So everyone wanted justice for him and all the victims of hate crime, protests were initiated, and soon the whole LGBTQIA+ Community got united to fight once again for justice... When justice was served, they didn't stop there and went further beyond, a whole generation of those helped by him got together and his name was immortalized by the public as a hero.

Even though he thought his death and life were meaningless, he brought so much change to the world that he didn't know. Well, just because he didn't know, it didn't mean others didn't know. He was their hero...

Billions cried when his life story was reveled to the public by a news company, because media wanted to leech as much as it possibly could out of his story, they found the two friends of his friend group that survived, the man no longer blamed our protagonist for his friend's suicide and realized he wanted someone to blame, he would've apologized to him, but he no longer could... The woman was a volunteer at the hospitals and helped take care of pacients with cancer, she told her life story and then told how later she found out about how he stood beside her ex every day till the day of her death and how it broke her...

Everyone now knew his name, his woes, his pain, projects were created with his name and for him, he entered to the annals of history...

But you may never know his name.

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