who am i really?(open)

Christopher "Trigger" Anderson was sitting in an old abandoned corridor of the Underground trying to think. There were certain confusing thoughts running through his head with a rowed similar to that of a Career that could outrun any Tributes. Trigger leant his head back against the wall. What would his father say about such thoughts as the ones he was having?

Trigger had found himself staring at guys in the way he used to stare at girls and now was utterly confused. Would his friends still stand beside him if he told them about being attracted to men now? Would any of the men he was attracted to return his feelings?

For once in his life Christopher did not feel like himself. He didn't feel sure and confident. He felt just so confused. What was he to do with himself?

He bit his lip and tasted the coppery taste if blood that resulted. Christopher knew it was unhealthy to be worrying himself into such a state but it could not be helped. He needed answers. He had to know if this was really the way he felt now or was it simoly just a phase that any boy his age went through?

For once in his life Christopher "Trigger" Anderson felt like crying as he waited for the answers that he prayed would soon come.