The Boy

Behind Closed Doors

so yeah this is my story...

So picture a boy; 16 years old, he has some friends at school but he knows they don't really like him and other than being pretty quiet there was nothing really special about him. He didn't always try his best and he didn't do what he was told.

My story starts during Christmas 2014,

A couple days earlier he was blessed with an adorable baby sister, it was Christmas day. Family members were meeting the baby for the first time, everybody was eating party food, sharing stories and laughs. But someone was missing, the boy. He was upstairs crying uncontrollably trying to make as little noise as possible. He didn't know what was wrong, all he knew was he didn't want to be here. He was starting to show signs of having a drinking problem, his closest friend was Rick and he knew this. He knew something was wrong, he was watching his friend slowly kill himself but never said anything. The boy was staying out all night drinking way too much, experimenting with drugs, hanging out with the wrong people and slipping subtly into depression.

A few months had passed, the days were longer and for the boy it felt as if they were getting harder too. School felt like a never ending nightmare. He would sneak out during break and lunch to smoke a cigarette and sneak back in quickly before lessons started. He had been in trouble for this every week and yet still he took the risk. He had to get out of there as much as possible, get away, away from the bullying, away from the judgment and to just be alone with his thoughts and some earphones. He was feeling like everyday was the same but somehow worse than the last, people in school would act like he didn't exist and the ones who didn't made fun of him, there was never any psychical bullying not since the last time, they weren't that stupid either that or just cowards so they kept their distance mocking him, spreading rumors anything they could to hurt him, just for being a quiet kid who wasn't sure why he existed.

One day during music class the boy was feeling even more anxious than usual, it was 2pm and the last lesson of the day, "just one more and i can leave" he was thinking. While he tried to walk to his seat a student stuck his leg out and tripped him. The whole class laughed ferociously at the fallen kid with no sympathy, the boy quickly stood up and faced the one who did it. As the boy went to hit him, the bully coward calling for the teacher "Sir! hes gona'...." The headmaster walked in just as his fist met side of his face. The bully cried out in pain. The class was roaring with chants egging the bully to fight back when all of a sudden they heard a harsh, deep voice bellow with rage "YOU!" he pointed at the boy who was still in shock. "Get out now!". The boy who wanted nothing more than to get to his seat and make it through just another day in this shithole was now made more of an outcast then ever and involuntarily took all the blame for what just happened.

The humiliated and shunned boy pushed past the headmaster and started pacing home, he was sick of this. he finally got home, "no ones home, good!" he threw his bag on the floor and screamed "i'm so fucking done!". He grabbed his mom's hidden bottle of vodka and a razor and shut himself in his room as he broke down into tears. He sat up, wiped his tears, spun the cap off of the bottle and downed half of it in three goes, he then picked up the razor and rolled up his left sleeve. The boy felt the cold steel on the inside on his wrist, he pressed down hard and slid the blade across his arm, blood pouring out instantly. He bit his lip and breathed in as he did it again and again. By now his entire hand was red from all the blood that had rolled down his arm. He started to feel dizzy and he muttered "it will be over soon" to himself.