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Why. (part 2)

OMG I ALMOST CRIED IN FRONT OF PROBABLY OVER 30 PEOPLE. SOME DUDE YELLED AT ME FOR MISSING THE BALL AND MY FRIENDS WAS TRYING TO KEEP ME FROM CRYING, I CAN'T HANDLE BEING YELLED AT.

anyways.

Tw: Suicide, abuse? Self harm, blood mentions. Use of the word f\g.

Jason POV:
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I cried for a little longer, then got up. I looked at the calendar on the wall "Shit it's Friday. " I said to myself "I let this place run to crap." I said, picking up the not touched food plate and a half filled soda bottle.

I started crying again, I don't know why but I did, I tripped over a wire making a lamp on the table fall on me, breaking the glass on it, and spilled everything I was holding. "just my mother fuckin' luck." I said, looking at the glass in my leg.

As I was trying to deal with my leg the door opened, "WHAT THE HELL!?" My mother screamed, of course my brother was laughing at me, we both knew what was coming for me, the only difference being he's happy about it, I'm not.

"You can't do anything can you!?" she screamed "Fucking bullshit " my father said, my brother was just waiting for them to get physical. And like he wanted, they did.

My father grabbed a sharp peace of glass and took my arm, ripping the glass across the skin. He screamed loudly, only hitting harder when I cried, I never heard a nice thing ever come out of his mouth when talking to me my whole life.

"That's all?" my brother said when my father got off of me. "shut up before your grounded. " he said walking while away. He walked up to me, "get up and make me something I'm hungry " he said kicking my bleeding arm. "I don't think I can-" I mumbled out. "I think you forgot what I stole from you f4990t" he said holding the notebook that had probably every secret I have in it. I tried to get up, but failed.

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I took a sharp blade from under my mattress, and ripped the blade across my stomach. I looked at every picture I had of Andy, they had the word f\g on every single one, my brother didn't leave anything that was mine untouched in something insulting.

I continued to fill in my arms with cuts, I hated the feeling so much, but I still did it. This was one habit that was probably never going away.

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I held the jacket that was once Andy's, I kept it in a box outside because I knew if my brother saw it he would have ripped it to pieces. I never found his hat.

I pit it on, it being a little to big for me, I grabbed a gun that my father owned and put it to my head.

"why." I said, then pulling the trigger.