Falling out of Life [5up Centric]

Chapter 5

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There was red. So much red. It shifted into my older brothers face from when he was 19. He looked a lot like I do now. I reached my hand out to him in the darkness, but his face shifted from calm to disgusted and jumped backwards.

A shot of pain jolted through me and I saw the same hurt on my face reflected on his. "You never tried to save me. You didn't care about me. How you treat others will reflect back upon you. Mom left because of you. Dads life was ruined because of you. I'm gone because of you."

"No one will ever love you because you never loved me. It is all your fault."

Tears streamed down my face as my brother faded into the darkness. "NO! I loved you. I SWEAR." He disappeared the lasting sense of disappointment in the air.

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I woke up to a searing pain in my head, tears on my face, and my body was aching all over. I had blood coming down the side of my face and probably in a lot of other places although I couldn't see it.

I got up gingerly and a sharp pain shot up my left leg. When I hobbled into the mirror I gasped. You couldn't recognize me. My face was a mess, blue and purple, my hair looked like it went through a car wash and everywhere that skin showed had cuts and bruises littered across my body. I laid down on my bed and quickly passed out again from exhaustion.

A few hours later I awoke to my dad yelling from downstairs to get him food. I didn't want to see him. Maybe I did. Maybe I wanted him to see what damage he did to me.

He didn't do enough damage.

I walked down the stairs and cooked some pasta, he wouldn't complain even if he wanted to. If there was one thing I could do it was make food. It was probably the best meal he's had in 5 years.

Over the next few days I stayed in my room did close to nothing and had no social interaction and reverting back to my little to nothing eating habits. I watched the morning lobbies on my alt twitch and everything seemed normal.

See they didn't even need you.

They don't even want you.

Eventually chat got tired of asking where I went. It was like I disappeared from their lives. I messaged Hafu a bit but it was mostly one sided conversations, I wasn't in the mood to talk. Every few hours my dad yelled at me to come down calling me a worthless piece of shit, and other names. His arm was still healing so he couldn't break down the door and make me come down- yet.

The insults got to me more than they should have. I started losing a few pounds a day because not only was I afraid to go downstairs, I didn't have the motivation to eat anyways.

One morning I decided to finally get up. I walked down the stairs, my cuts and injuries finally healed. When I turned around the railing I immediately got slapped in the face.

Fuck. He must have heard me come down the stairs. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN BOY. YOU HAVE DONE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING NO WONDER YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS NO ONE COULD EVER STAND TO BE IN YOUR PRESENCE!" my eyes filled with tears.

Told you he was right.

"WHY ARE YOU JUST STANDING THERE BOY."  Slap. Punch. Punch. Over and over. My stance didn't waver.

You know you deserve this.

The voice was right. I did. My dad was getting increasingly more angry, he wanted a reaction out of me. He kicked me in the stomach and I fell to the ground. I was in so much agony. So much pain. But I just laid there not one tear fell from my face.

Suddenly I heard more footsteps. I thought this was over. He pulled me to my feet and I felt a sharp pain stronger than everything else on my upper arm. I hissed in pain and looked down. The moment I did I felt the searing pain on the side of my face as I yelped.

My dad had gotten a knife. This was worse than I thought. I knew he wouldn't kill me, he needed me to go back to the hospital, but I knew he would cut me as much as he could.

I cried out in pain finally not being able to bear it anymore the tears flowing freely as my dad laughed over me. I don't know how many times the blade hit my skin but I knew I lost a lot of blood as I got dizzy and went unconscious.

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