Starting Over [Book 2]

~13~

 ☟☟TRIGGER☟☟

Hiccup runs home. Not stopping. Even when his legs but from the pressure he is using. He stops when he gets to his house.

Hiccup is 15 years old, he is scarred emotionally and physically. But no one knows. Nobody would want to know. Nobody cares anymore.

He walks through the house and sees Tom, sitting on the couch.

"I got a call from the school, Hiccup." His voice is bitter."It wasn't any better then yesterday. Get over here." Hiccup hesitantly walks over. But he is instantly on the floor, clutching his stomach. He wheezing as he tries to regain his breath.

He gets several punches and kicks, but nothing is knew, until he is forcefully pulled to his feet. He is face-to -face with Tom and smells the awful smell of alcohol. His face scrunches up in disgust. He is thrown to the floor and his back and head slam into the wall. He gasps in pain.

He reaches his hand up and feels the back of his head. It feels slick and wet. He pulls his hand back to his face and sees a dark color coating his fingers-blood. His blood.

He scrambles to his feet but sways at the sudden movement. He doesn't see Tom, runs up the stairs to his bathroom, locks the doors, and looks in the mirror. His face is badly bruised, his lip is split, his forearm is cut from a beer bottle-different story-, and his hair is matted to his hair, not sweat-connect the pieces to what it is.

He looks down swiftly at the cabinet below, gears turning in his head. He makes his decision, bends down, opens the cabinet, looks for his knife, and stands back up in the mirror.

But then it hits him: if he wants to leave this awful thing called his life, why wait for it? Why not pick his next option that will take less then an hour? Or less?

He looks back in his cabinet, throwing the knife in carelessly, and searches for the bottle. He finds it and quickly grabs it. He pops open the lid, and dumps the pills into his hand.

Overdose.

That's what they call it.

His handshakes as it comes closer to his mouth.

But his eyes catch a picture he hung on the mirror.

It's a picture he had drawn 3 years ago, but never threw it away, due to personal reasons, not that anyone would ask why- but it is a picture of his dad and himself, smiling, as if nothing was wrong in the world.

He lowers his hand.

He promised himself that if he lived to 20, he would find his dad and ask for forgiveness-frankly, he didn't really understand what he did.

He can't do it.

He can do few things.

But killing himself is one of those things he has great trouble with.

*0*0*

Astrid's eyes snap open.

Hiccup had attempted suicide but failed.

He picked the reasonable path.

But to him at the time, suicide was that path.

*0*0*

Hiccup wakes up the next morning, not remembering where he was but realizes he was still at Snotlout's house.

He sits up and looks around the room, he was the only one there. The others would be upstairs. He stands up and walks upstairs.

He hears voices but keeps walking. When he gets into the living room, he sees the boys sitting in the living room, watching TV, and eating breakfast.

His prosthetic squeaked and they noticed he was there.

Hiccup walks over to the couch and sits down, trying to remember what happened last night.

Have you ever had a night where you know something important happened but the next day, you can't remember and stress out trying to remember because you might have done something stupid? This is what Hiccup is feeling.

Interrupting his train of thought, the doorbell rings. Snotlout walks over to the door and Hiccup follows. Snotlout opens the door and sees Astrid and Ruffnut standing there with Walmart bags in their hands.

"What are you guys doing here?

"We, are going to a Black Light Dance tonight, and we are going to make shirts."

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Ello!

Ran the mile today.

It...

Sucks...

Majorly...

So...

Deep chapter... (Deep as a kiddy pool! OOH!)

Wait...

I just burned myself...

Who cares.

Sorry for long wait...

I hope you like it.

Have you ever just had one of those days in gym where you know you are going to do something with a lot of work, and put your hair in a pony tail, smack dab on the top of your head, then 6 min later, it has fallen to the side?

I have...

Everyday.

And last hour, I was getting my stuff, and a girl walked by and said...

"Nice hair."

I was so proud...

I entertain people.

Yo Chikas would be so bored without me...

P.S. I love Harry Potter.

P.P.S I hope the video makes sense now.

P.P.P.S I said pp. (snickers)