Silence (5sos ot4)

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Calum reached into the back of the medicine cabinet where he hid his tiny box with razors. He took one out of the box and ran its sharp edge against his finger gently, not hard enough to actually cut him yet.

He sat with his back against the wall and lifted his hand so that the blade was hovering over the untouched spot on his left thigh that he was about to mark. As soon as he lowered his hand and the razor barely grazed his skin, there was a banging on the door.

"Open this damn door now! You've been in there too long already! Get the fuck out and clean this goddamn house like you're supposed to!" Calum heard his father slur from the other side of the door.

He felt tears gather in his eyes. He tried to keep quiet, hoping that he would just go away.

But instead the knocking just got harder. "If you don't unlock this door I swear..." he started.

Calum pulled himself up and reluctantly unlocked the door. It immediately swung open. His father grabbed his arm roughly and yanked him to his feet.

Calum tried to keep his balance and braced himself for whatever was about to come next. His dad pushed his back against the wall again, banging Calum's head against it.

Calum groaned in pain, trying to keep in his tears and just wanting everything to be over. The impact came again.

"Worthless piece of shit," his dad shouted at him, making him hit his head a third time. "All you've done for the last nineteen years is made my life harder. Why haven't I killed you already? Or better yet, why haven't you done it yourself? You have nothing to live for." His dad smashed his head against the wall a few more times before finally quitting.

Calum let out a loud sob at that last comment. His father was right after all. He had nothing else to live for. What his father didn't know was that if he had waited a few minutes later, his wish would've already come true. He would've found his son lying on the bathroom floor in a pool of his own blood. He probably would've laughed and left him there anyway.

After his body had been slammed into the wall more times than he could count and more insults had been thrown at him, everything stopped.

But of course it wasn't over.

His dad held him up against the wall by his neck, using his arm to pin him to the wall.

Calum struggled to breathe, clawing at his dad's arm and trying desperately to get him to pull away.

His father kicked him harshly. "Stop struggling bitch," he hissed, pressing against his neck harder.

Tears rolled down Calum's face as he tried to gasp in a breath of air. His sobs shook the room.

"P-please," he stuttered out, barely audible. That was the first word he'd said to his so called father in years...

He was panicking now. He couldn't breathe. He began to twitch and shake and wheeze and he felt lightheaded. More tears streamed quickly down his already tear stained cheeks. His breaths became short and choppy. His pulse began to slow down. Maybe this would finally be the end.