Something Snapped

Chapter 2

The school day came and went as usual. I missed the bus, so I had to walk home, and my parents were pissed with me. When I walked through the door, my father looked at me angrily. "Why are you late?" I look at him, "I missed the bus." I mumble. He looked even angrier, of course. Can't this prick be happy for once? "You what?"
"I said I missed the bus."
"I told you if you are EVER late, there will be major consequences!" I cringed, I may be okay with bullies yelling at me, but Dad scares me. I nod and look to the floor. Can I go to my room already? He raises his hand, and my eyes widen; what the fuck! I close my eyes, and suddenly, I'm on the floor, holding my face. That's going to leave a bruise for sure. "What the fuck was that for!" I yelled out at him, and he scoffed. "I told you! Now go to your room! I don't want to see your face anymore today!" I got up with no hesitation; he had NEVER hit me before. What had changed? Is he fucking drunk? I walked to my room and sighed. Once I entered, I shut the door and locked it, finally... I can relax.

I searched in my drawer for my trusty blade, which still had dried blood. I sighed. Here I go again. I rolled up my sleeves and looked at all the scabs and scars that lined my arms. This is the only way I can express my anger, I mean, I could write in a journal, but a journal is for pussies. I pressed the blade to my skin, and it was cold. I took a deep breath, a quick swipe, and saw my arm split open. The wound was wider than what I was used to. The blood immediately started flowing out. "Oh s...shit!" I yelled out. I panicked at the moment but calmed down shortly after. I made more lines and moved to the other arm, doing the same thing. The blood dripped onto my floor; luckily, it was not carpet. Hardwood: 1, blood: 0. I don't even care about cleaning my arms; there's no point. They'll stop bleeding on their own. Plus, I'll be dead soon anyways. I sighed and rolled my sleeves down, feeling the cold blood smear and stick to my sleeve. I wish someone could notice my pleas for help. 

But nobody cared. They never did, though I wish they did. I rolled my eyes and got up, hiding my blade again, though I don't think my dad would give a shit if he saw it anyways. I walked over to my bed and flopped on it. I don't know what to do with my life. Honestly, nothing is interesting... I lifted my head and looked over to the old computer, which sat there, waiting to be turned on. I could go on there and find some chat room to talk to people in my town... Or nearby. I just laid down, but it wouldn't hurt to get up and socialize. I rolled off my bed and landed on the floor with a thump, "Ouch." I mumbled, quickly getting up. I walked over to my desk and sat in my chair. I turned the PC on and waited for it to load. The Windows start-up sound filled my room and my ears. I quickly logged in and opened AOL, also signing into that. I heard the "You got mail!" sound and opened my emails, one from that girl I met. How did she get my email address? I shrugged to myself and scanned the email.

"To: brooker.dunn@aol.com

Hey Brooker, it's Cleo from school! Please don't ask how I got your email address (I have my ways, hehe). JUST KIDDING! I got it from the school since you had it on your file. Anyways, I just wanted to write this email to tell you that the yearbook meeting is next Friday after school; please show up! You did say you would. :-), p.s. I think you looked good today!"

When I read the message, I blushed a dark red, nobody had ever complimented me besides my family members, but that doesn't count. I clicked the reply button and typed up a simple reply. When I was done doing that, I clicked send, went to AOL Instant Messenger, and clicked on the program. When it opened, I looked over to see my empty friends list. I never messaged anybody on here, but I had AIM anyways. I went to look for some chat rooms and found one that said "Shooter High Students" I joined because it was full of kids from my school. I was immediately greeted by a hello from...

cooldood1989: hello br00kerdunn86 welcome to the chatroom

br00kerdunn86: Hi. 

cooldood1989: so i assume you go to shooter high

br00kerdunn86: Yeah, I'm a junior. 

cooldood1989: I'm a freshman!!

br00kerdunn86: Have fun with the worst four years of your life. Who else is in the chat?

cooldood1989: uhhhhh.... idk

br00kerdunn86: Okay then.

ISpamAllz has joined the room. 

ISpamAllz: Heyoooooo

br00kerdunn86: Hi, who are you?

ISpamAllz: My name is Deacon; I am a senior

br00kerdunn86: Oh, cool. I think I've seen you around.

ISpamAllz: Probably! I am popular.

br00kerdunn86: You're that guy with bleached hair, right?

ISpamAllz: Yeah.

I pushed my chair away from my desk, leaning back and looking at the chat. Should I friend this guy? We'd get along though I'm not popular at all. Fuck it, why not.

br00kerdunn86: Do you want to be friends?

ISpamAllz: Sure! I'd like that!

I typed in his name to add him, and he immediately accepted the request; I smiled. My first online friend, hopefully offline too. Tomorrow at school, I hope I'll see him. I am genuinely happy for the first time in forever; I don't remember the last time I was happy. I sent him a message saying I was going to sign off, and then I did. I closed the messenger and turned my computer off. I got up and stretched, my back popping slightly. I groaned. I don't even know what time it is, but I'm going to sleep. This day sucked, as usual, plus I need to stay in my room anyways. 

I slipped into my bed, covering myself up. I closed my eyes and fell asleep after tossing and turning for a few hours, probably like three. I dreamed about nothing as I usually did, except right before I woke up...