Disaster (Tomark)

The tears came streaming down his cheeks as he heard his parents screams downstairs. He was confused on what to do. He wanted to go down stairs and beat the living shit out of his father for treating his mother like she was some cheap whore but at the same time, he just wanted to lie on his bed and cry until he finally fell asleep. He decided against both and shot up quickly. Without hesitating, he ran to his bathroom, slammed the door shut, opened up the drawer under the sink, and took out a little thin blade. He examined it thoroughly, taking in every sharp detail. Last time he self harmed was about 2 years ago and it was probably the worst experience of his life. He thought longer this time, he was unsure if he wanted to go through with it. Finally, he came to the conclusion. "Fuck.." He whispered and dragged the blade across his thin skin. Blood quickly rose to the surface and poured out slowly from his skin. His tears started to run down his cheeks again and he muffled his sobs. Again, he sliced open his skin and watched the blood pour from it. He had a weak grin on his face. He enjoyed letting out his demons. He hated keeping all the negativity inside him for such a long time. He had no one to talk to, his parents didn't care, he even desperately tried drinking away his problems but that only got him kicked out of his first school. His life was going no where and the only escape was to end everything while he still could

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It was only third period and he already wanted to go home and get it over with. After the whole cutting incident, he planned out his suicide and even wrote a letter. He didn't know why he did it because he knew no one gave a fuck about him but he still wrote one anyways, hoping someone would at least give a damn. He sighed, not caring what the teacher had to say. He looked down and played with his pencil. The only thing on his mind at the moment was death and it brought a little smile to his face. 'Free..' he thought. 'I'll be free, finally.' The smile never left his face. The teacher studied him for a second, he let out an angry groan and walked over to the daydreaming teenager. 

"Is there really something more important on your mind other than my teachings, Mr. DeLonge?" The angry teacher asked.

The boy's smile never left and he replied with just a soft whisper, "yes,"

"Hmm, oh really? What could that be?"

The boy just stayed zoned out.

"Mr. DeLonge, i said, What could that be?" The teacher repeated himself.

The boy realized what he was doing and shook his head of the gaze. The smile quickly disappeared and he sat up straight. "Uh, nothing, i was just.. never mind. I'm sorry, Mr. Armstrong."

The angry teacher signed, nodded and returned to his lesson.

The boy sank into his seat and red began to form at his cheeks. He never did anything more embarrassing in his life. 'Tom, you're such a dumbass sometimes.' He thought to himself. Good thing he was ending his life soon, so he wouldn't have to deal with all that shit again. Suddenly, he felt a light tap at the back of his shoulder. He turned around quickly and forgot about the girl that sat behind him. Her name was Anne. She was medium height, she had blonde hair and icy blue eyes. Tom had a little crush on her in the beginning of the school year. He thought she was absolutely beautiful. He shook his head from the thoughts and listened to her speak, god, he loved her voice.