Dear Charlie

Shit Happens, Life Happens, It All Happens.

January 21st.

Dear Charlie,

I just found out today that my friends detest the non believers of God. I also got A's and B's in my test. I've been cutting myself for a while now.

Sorry, I know I promised you I wouldn't, but I had. Mr. Razor made me do it. He said I'd feel better if I let him hurt me. He said I'd be happier when I see the blood seep out of my wrist.

And it did, I felt so alive Charlie! I felt it!

I wish you could have seen the smile on my face when I did it.

Oh wait..

I didn't tell you why I did it.

Here's what happened:

You know Ethan from school right? He called me a 'fag' today, but I didn't mind. Because I think I am. Well, that's not why I hurt myself, okay? Be patient.

He shoved me into the locker and beat me. There were lots of bruises and broken bones here and there. Everyone was laughing while they watched him torment me.

It was scary.

The principal gave us detention. I got beat up in the classroom too. Mom's mad I got blood all over my clothes so she slapped me and sent me here, to my room.

I felt so bad for disappointing mom so I talked to Mr. Razor. He said I'd feel much more refreshed if I used him.

And I did.

Don't get mad at me Charlie. Please? I love you since you're the only one who understands me.

In all honesty, I love Ethan. I love mom. I love everyone. I get to make my classmates in school laugh. And I hope mom forgives me about the blood stains.

I'll wash them later for her!

Let's talk again, okay?

Love,

Lucas