My Older Step Brother

~Chapter 6.~

I went to his doorway as he was getting ready to open the door. When he opened it I looked around. Michaels room looked really cool. He had all sorts of band posters just like mine all over his walls.

Had a flat screen TV hanging on the wall with his gaming systems hooked up to it. A electric guitar hooked up to amps in the corner of the room and had a stereo.

"To much?" He asked as he closed the door.

"No not at all actually." I smiled.

"Well here's the 2nd controller." He hands me it and takes off his head set.

I jumped onto his bed then crossed my legs.

"What game are we playing?" I asked as I messed with the buttons.

"Mario Kart." I chuckled.

"That's like a kids game."

"Yeah, but it's really fun. He jumped onto the bed and sat next to me.

"You ready?" He looked at me.

"Let's do it."

By the time a few games were almost over, I was at the edge of the bed laughing and yelling for how much fun I was having.

"I won!" Michael laughed.

"No, I was so close!" I yelled.

"Maybe next time." He said as he turned off the game.

I heard a loud pounding at the door. It was probably our mom.

"Quit screaming!" She yelled.

"Hold on, I'll be right back." I said to Michael and walked out.

"What is it? We're just having fun." I said.

"Yeah, and you were supposed to be doing homework! But instead I have a bitchy suicidal daughter! You're just a disappointment." She boomed.

I froze, my eyes filling up in tears. The pain in my chest getting worse. How did she know that? How could she say that? How could she be so mean? I ran into my room and locked it.

Crawling into bed, I let all my eyeliner wash away with my own tears. I threw my home work onto my messy floor. I didn't care about school anyways. I removed my bracelets and threw them to the ground.

Walking to my jewelry box I grabbed my blades and sat into the corner of my room placing the blade on to my wrist.

"One for my mom."

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"One for messing everything up."

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"Another just for pain"

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"And one for school"

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My mom was right all along, I'm just a disappointed of the family. I'm just a screw up.

No one likes me. I let my wrists bleed out, because why not? I crawled into bed once more and cried myself to sleep.