Emo and Depressed: Destri Christofer Maclin

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"Destri?" Matt speaks soft and sweet as always. My best friend, I love him like a brother we have a history of 10 years and nothing will ever break that.

"Aye boi" I jokingly say

"You gotta stop day dreaming all the time man haha" Matt punches me in the shoulder hard.

"Whatever Mr. Matty Boo" I make a kiss face at him and he gives and a dirty look back though, I can't help but laugh a little.

"Emo, cut your hair it's in your eyes and stop dying your hair black and blue all the time and don't be so depressed all the time listening to your shitty music" Matt rolls his eyes, when it comes to insults he really knows how to fuck with someone bad. I laugh and twist my finger in my long blackish blue hair.
"Well I'm hot so fuck you hippy bitch"
He smiles to me happily
"I'm a happy hippy bitch so suck my dick" he giggles like a girl.

I look away from him and take a deep breath, Matt and I have been sitting on my back porch for the past hour I don't want to go inside my parents were fighting and I'm not sure if it is alright to go back in.

Matt jumps up "fuck man I gotta run, I did not clean my room and if mom gets home and sees it I'm skewed!" Before I can even say good bye Matt is gone, his white boy ass was gone like a white girl after Starbucks.

I stand up and look to the back door, a breeze blows my hair, the wind is crisp and feels perfect, I loving being outside. Biting my lip I walk over and twist the handle of the door.

Mother is right on the other side, tears on her face and a small bruise under her right eye. She has car keys in her left hand with a coat in the other.

"Mom, what happened??" I know "dad" aka Venice hurt her, all my life he has beaten Mother, Gabby and me, mom said to Gabby and me everything's fine but are life is a living hell, that's a big reason I'm usually at Matt's house.

With teary eyes and a heavy stuttered voice mother spills words out
"Destri, my baby boy, I love you very very much, but I'm going out for a little bit, your father is angry and in a terrible mood I'm sorry but I have to go!" she pushes me and I hit the ground, what is she talking about?

"Mom!" I yell out

She keeps running to the car and drives away.

I feel concerned but my mother is strong, I know she's going to alright.

I stand up and shake off a little then ease myself inside, leading myself into the kitchen

"BITCH, UNGRATEFUL BITCH!" father....Venice screams out very loud and brushed by me outside to the back porch. He stands there and looks for something then come backs in and shoves me down to the ground, landing on my arm I grit my teeth in pain. Father is a very tall, fat, ugly man, I don't want to know him as my father I can't stand him at all!

"WHERE DID CARRIE GO!?"

"MOM, went out to get away from your ugly ass, why?"

He leans down and slaps me hard leaving a big red hand mark on my cheek. I move my fingers up and touch lightly the spot he slapped me, its extremely sore and will Probably leave a bruise. it does not matter though ill just say I got in a fight if the school ask.

"WHERE IS CARRIE!?! SHE TOOK MY WALLET!" He shouts, I can smell his bad breath.

"I DON'T KNOW!" I yell at him back and push him away. I stand up and walk to the kitchen door and look at father, his face was red from screaming and looked like he was ready to kill. I walk away fast, up the stairs and to the first door on the right.

I swing my door open, go in, turn around then lock it.

"Thank fucks I'm away from him" I sigh and scoot over to my speakers. I whip out my iPhone and plug it in then I turn it up and hit shuffle.

'Deathbeds by Bring Me The Horizon' plays slow and steady, it's one of my most favored songs. I turn on my fan, turn off the lights and change into my old 'My Chemical Romance' shirt, it had a small hole in the neck that I would chew on and some grey sweats, I throw my shoes off my feet and bounce to my bed, splashing down onto the soft sheets, listening deeply to the sweet sounds of 'Deathbeds'. I try everyday to ease my worries, my family is in ruins, I'm failing school and my cutting got worse. I try and stop but old memory's flow back and depression starts over again.

I look to my wrist, past all my rubber bracelets I wear. Deep scars cover my skin and don't touch them it hurts, like when dad shoved me down I landed on my arm and damn it hurt like a bitch.

Sighing deeply, I throw my hands up and look to the ceiling.

"I'm a mess, a fucking mess, but ill never let anyone know, no one needs to know how I really feel." I whisper to myself and I feel myself getting teary eyed. I rub my eyes and take a deep breath trying to stay calm.

"Mom will be home soon" i say to myself trying not to get worked up. I close my eyes and try to sleep.

"I'm just taking a nap everything is going to be ok"