Normal// skephalo fanfic

[26-27]

⚠️Major trigger warnings⚠️
⚠️Self-harm, Abuse, mention of eating problems, slur word, blood, self-hate, cigarettes, anxiety⚠️

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We pulled into the driveway, it was pitch black out, if it wasn't for the street lights we probably would've tripped trying to find our way to the door.

When the door finally opened after what felt like minutes of trying to open it, we both collapsed on the couch, we were both very tired, to say the least. I got up and walked to my bedroom to put my new clothes in the closet. After doing so I flopped onto the bed sighing. I grabbed my headphones that were on my bed and plugged them in with my phone.
I started to listening to random songs while scrolling on Instagram. I got interrupted by a knock on the door.

"you can come in," I said yawning. "Hey, muffin I just wanted to say goodnight!" Darryl said smiling. "Mm goodnight," I said smiling as well "Goodnight sleep well, I'm across the hall in my room if you need me." He said stepping out and closing the door. I knew I should have got pajamas on but all I wanted to do was scroll through my phone until I fell to sleep, the bed felt so comfortable that I completely forgot after a few minutes to change. My eyes fluttered close.

I looked around confused. I was at my house in sweats and a baggy hoodie, standing in the living room. My dad was sitting on the couch with a beer and cigarettes in his hands. He looked at me and told me to sit down. I did scared and worried he was going to turn on me and start hitting me. But instead, he passed me a cigarette. I hesitated, I declined politely he gave me a dirty look in return, but I didn't care.

"So Skeppy you know, he began to say I haven't seen you eat for a couple of days now." He said raising his eyebrow. "Is that because you're trying to get skinny? Fits you right, since you weigh more than me." He said laughing.
I looked at him hurt at the remark. "So did you lose any more pounds yet?" Tears began forming in my eyes, I wiped them away quickly. "Oh, and are you actually slicing your wrists?" He said laughing. "You know that so pathetic Skeppy, you're doing it for attention." He said starting to get angry. "Do you have anything to say fâg?" I didn't respond, looking at my lap. He grabbed my chin and forcing me to look at him. "Skeppy, you want to say something?"

I still didn't respond. Suddenly he slapped me, leaving a burning sensation on my face. "Don't ignore your father Skeppy! You disrespectful son of a bitch." He said standing up and lifting me by my hoodie. "I'm sorry," I said hoarsely. He didn't take that as an apology because he slapped me again. I struggled to get out of his grasp. He started hitting me harder. "please stop I cried out to him" desperately trying to catch my breath. "You deserve to die, for all I care you could kill yourself, I wouldn't care. No one would." Was the last words he said to me before I jolted awake

I sat up quickly, my head pounding, sweat dripping down my face. Tears started running down my cheeks when I realized it was just a dream.. "it's just a dream Skeppy calm down." I said to myself over and over again. Remembering the last words he said to me, before I woke up. I thought about how I could go to Bad, but I would just be a burden. I told myself. My backpack came to my mind, then the blade in there.

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I stumbled out of bed walking towards my backpack. "I deserve nothing," I told myself grabbing the blade from inside the bag. My lips trembled as I held the blade in my hand. My father was right I'm worthless, nothing but a mistake.

I ripped the bandages off my wrist and arm. I started dragging the blade across my wrist. I needed the pain to forget about my dad. I needed it, I kept going drawing thin and a couple of wide lines on my arm and wrist. I looked down at my wrist realizing what I was doing. I threw the blade across the room and started trembling my hands grabbing my hair pulling it. My wrist stung from the cuts that were just put there. I felt the blood drip off my wrist and into my hair, but I didn't care. I yelled out in frustration. I hated this feeling,