Alex's POV
2 weeks has passed
After the night ended and the morning came in I decided I wanted to get out of bed and clean the hurricane massacre of a room.
I cleaned my horrible mess of a room I sleep in and looked at the time. I started cleaning up at 7:45 and it's 9:12. "SHIT DAD IS GOING TO KILL ME!" I said to myself. I felt a pain on my wrists. I started to scratch both of them. I guess I scratched too hard and the scars opened again. Pain. All I could feel was pain. I started to ignore it because I didn't want to deal with this right now. I put on some slippers and go into the living room where I can see my dad working on his computer. I try to go to the kitchen until he stopped me. "Excuse me, why are you up so late?" He told me. "Umm...well father...I was cleaning up my room." I told him. I knew this would happen. "At least you cleaned something up..." he said. I started to make Chorizo con Huevos. I followed my mother's recipe.
After I made my breakfast I started eating. The pain in my wrists were still there. I hated it. But I can deal with it. "You go back to school tomorrow..." I heard my dad say. "Yes sir." I said back. "I'm going back to work now. I'm not going to make money any other way," he said. I look back down at my food. His hand in on my head. "I can always sell you..." my eyes went wide. Scared. Fear. All I could feel is fear. I looked at him. I can see him smiling sinisterly at me. He had crazy in his eyes. The same crazy in my eyes when I fought Alena. "But I won't because who else is going to make me seem like the 'perfect father' in this damn forsaken small of a town..." he finished his sentence. His hand was off of my head and I can see him walking back to his computer. I was silently crying. Scared of being sold to a creeper and being used for horrible things. I don't want to be sold to anyone. This is why I have trust issues, I don't know anyone and what they're going to do.
After that whole fiasco I went back to my room to cry. I grabbed my link plushie and started to hold him tight. Link was the only thing that comforts me. He helps me. I take Link everywhere I go just to feel safe...I also carry a pocket knife just in case you know?
I see my pocket knife, hesitated but grabbed it. "Just one more....one more for the pain to leave me the hell alone..."
Cuts. I was supposed to make one cut but I made three cuts on both arms. I never cut any other of my body parts. I never go that far. I put my pocket knife back on my desk. The pain...it's funny. I laugh at the pain. Laughing. Laughing like a maniac. I sound crazy. But I love it. "BOY THE PAIN FEELS NICE! I LOVE THE BLOOD COMING DOWN MY ARMS AS I WATCH IT FALL ON MY PANTS AND SHEETS! OH LINK WHAT DO YOU THINK?! YOU LOVE IT?! WHY THANK YOU I LOVE IT TOO!!" A psychopath. I'm a psychopath.
I was laughing for 10 minutes. I finally stop and said, "I love the taste of blood." And licked my arm where the blood was.
Honestly, I've always loved the taste of blood ever since I was young.
Maybe I was born a psychopath. Am I just crazy? I refuse to go back to the mental hospital. But then again I need mental help. I'm mentally crazy. I need help. Help. Help. Help. Help. Help. Help. Help. Help. Help. Help. Help. Help.
I feel used. I need...
Help.
Tomorrow is a new day
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GLITCH
HorrorCOMPLETED The characters in this book are real people PLUS SOME EVENTS THAT HAPPENED TO ME IRL SUCH AS Hospital trip (the one in the 7th chapter) The daddy issues (NOT ABUSE THO) Mommy issues Voices in head Paralysis Getting called the F slur Self h...