When I was 12 years old, I faced the crime of my country. Before that, I lived a calm life. I attended school and played with my friends.
One day, I got on the bus to go to school. Some gang members were waiting for me to get off the bus. They told me that they wanted me to sell drugs for them. I never wanted to involve myself with the gangs. I knew they were dangerous and very bad. They pursued me because my father had died, and they knew that I didn’t have a man to protect me.
I was very afraid.
I was afraid not only for me, but for my mom and my sister.
I want you all to understand that in Honduras, there is not protection against this type of violence. One cannot look for help from the police. They don’t do anything when there are problems with the gangs. Maybe they are involved with the gang, or they may also be afraid.
I spoke with my mom and told her what had happened to me. We decided that the only solution to be safe was for me to leave my country. I would go to the United States or another country, but I had to leave.
I also decided to leave because I am gay. I couldn’t talk to my parents about this. It is not something one discusses in Honduras. There are no protections for gay people in Honduras, and they suffer a lot. It is very dangerous to be gay there.
I left Honduras with my aunt, but we were separated during the journey, and I don’t know where she went.
At the end of the path, I was walking alone.
It was a very difficult journey. Some parts were calm, but in others, I felt scared and sad.