the end (boyxboy) (on hold)

your opinion is yours and mine is mine.

// WARNING!!!!!: if you are very religious don't read this. Don't try to bring me down and make me feel bad because frankly, I don't give a fuck about religion. It has ruined the person I love and has cause some crazy shit to happen in this world. I speak my own mind, no one owns me.//

    After taking a bath Kevin just threw some clothes at me and left me in the room. I put on sweats that wear loose around my waist and a big plain white t shirt that went a little past my mid thigh.

   I'm currently in some room, I don't know which it is but it has a computer. I walked over to it and searched up some BMTH and falling in reverse music. I was enjoying myself until someone reached over my shoulder and shut the apple computer.

"Hey!" I whined, turning around only to find no other than Kevin.

"Stop listening to that satanic music" he grumbled.

I just rolled my eyes and lifted the computer back open.

"Oh shut up" I mumbled.

"You need Jesus" he said matter-of-factly.

"And you need to fuck off. God your annoying." I said before starting the music again.

The shit behind me had the nerve to close the computer again.

"Don't use the lords name in vain" he warned.

"Oh get off your high horse you arse. You don't own me. I'll do what I want." I said, glaring at Kevin.

I really, absolutely HATE being told what to do.

"You should go to church. Maybe then, you'll learn some respect! Your going to hell! I barely know you and I already can tell! Ha! What a joke you are!" He hollered.

That sent me over the edge

"Fuck you and your religious ass! You should face fucking reality, then maybe you'll learn to not give a shit! I couldn't give two shits as to where I'm headed! I'm already living a hell life so it doesn't really matter does it, you narcissistic, religious, son of a god damn ass!? Oh wait your dad has more respect than you! He isn't an ass, its just you!" I hollered, standing from the rolly chair. Call me whatever you want, overreacting, jumping to conclusions but I don't like being told what to do. I don't like when people throw around their religion, acting like they're all high and mighty. I'm sorry but I don't. You have your opinions and I have mine. No one understands me... I don't expect you to either.

"Get out of my house!" Kevin hollered. I rolled my eyes and walked past him then down the stairs, once I found them in this huge house. I walked till I found the kitchen and went to get a pop tart or something, for breakfast.

    I ended up with a plate of pancakes which David made. Man he can cook. It was absolutely devine, I might add.
After breakfast David had left to work and told me to stay. He even had a man, butler I think, make sure I stay in the house. Kevin was still here. I hate him, in case it wasn't clear.

    I went back to listening to music, listening to Fall Out Boy now. I listened to the American beauty/ American Idiot album along with the Young Blood Chronicles. I sat there thinking as I listened to the music.

    Why am I still here? I'm obviously being a burden to David and I know more than well that Kevin would absolutely love to have me gone. I began to feel down again. That sinking feeling, and the urge to cry was powerful. A little too powerful. I walked got up and went to the room I slept in, kevins, because it was the only place that had a restroom that I knew about. He wasn't in the room, thank goodness.

    I walked into the restroom and locked the door. There was large mirror sprawled across the left wall and a shower to the right. I scowled at my reflection 'you ugly fuck' the voice in my head taunted. I immediately reached for a green shaver and took out one of the razors.

   I glanced at my reflection again. 'Do it! You know you deserve it you disgrace. Do it. Your a fat ugly prick who deserves the pain!'

   I pressed the sharp corner down against my skin and dragged it across my skin. The pain was there. Just barely. I served it. I drew on my shoulder repeatedly until a drop of blood slipped down my arm. I lest the big T-shirt sleeve rolled up and grabbed toilet paper then dabbed the wound so there wouldn't be blood on the white t shirt.

    Why the shoulder? Because the wrist, stomach and thigh is to obvious. I shoved the razor into the sweets pockets and after the painting stopped bleeding, I rolled down the t shirts sleeve and left the restroom.

"Sure took you a while. And I didn't hear the toilet flush" Kevin said from where he sat on his bed, facing the restroom.

"Creep" I mumbled.

I saw him look down at my wrist. 'I'm not stupid' I thought to myself.

    I went back to listening to music in another room.

   Kevin came in a while later, holding the green razor.

"A razors missing. Give it." he said holding out his big hand.

  "What makes you think I have it?" I muttered nonchalantly, as if I didn't know.

  "Because last I saw it, all the razors where there and last I saw you, you were in the restroom" he said, walking closer and still holding out his hand.

   "That proves nothing" I said, continuing to listen to my music.

The little crap walked over and slammed it shut.

  "Give. It." He said in a stern voice.

"I. Don't. Have. It." I said back in the same tone.

"Don't play dumb with me!" He yelled.

I groaned.

"What would you care anyways?! What if I did have it?!" I hollered.

  He hesitated a moment before letting g out a growling noise and stomping out the room. I smiled victoriously.