Chapter 1:
Jack
"Jack get your faggot ass over here!" yelled my drunken father. "Yes sir" I said quietly. I knew what was coming to me. It was better to get it over with. But the fear must have been plain on my face. "Are you scared of your old man you pussy?" he yelled. I hate when he asks questions like this. No matter what I say, the answer will be wrong. Before I could blink he took a shot and punched me in the nose, while he also kicked one of my legs and sent me to the ground. As I lay there on the ground, he snuck up behind me and pulled me up by my skunk hair. " You get your ass to the basement and I don't wanna see you again till Monday." he said. The smell of alcohol on his breath made my stomach turn. But I knew I couldn't be off the hook this early, but I didn't wanna stay around for him to change his mind. I might be a useless faggot but I knew better than to disobey father. When he said he didnt wanna see me till Monday, he ment that. He would lock me down in my basement "room". It's not Like I can get out. There were no windows, no doors except for the one that led to hell. Other wise known as the real world. It was only Friday though. It's not as bad as some other times he's done this. It's not as bad as it sounds. I had snuck some food and a water bottle when I got home, I had my phone with music to block out everything with green day and blink-182, and I had a secret gun my mom gave me before she was murdered. The murder was a mystery, but I don't like to talk about it. I also have countless amounts of razor blades and pencil sharpener blades. Those things were like my drug. If you saw the state of my body. You'd wonder why I'm not dead yet. I use to be in control though. But I soon lost count after about 60 scars. I played with one of the blades in my hand. I lifted up my sleeve of my hoodie and slid the blade down my forearm. It was deep and the blood wouldn't stop coming out. It didn't matter though. I laid my head against my one pillow on the ground, [as I didn't have an actual bed or blanket]. The last thing I saw was a pool of blood starting to form from my wrists. So this is my life? I'm Jack Barakat with the abusive father. With the cutting problem. And without anyone to care if I ended my life tonight. Not once having one friend. Everyone at school avoided me because I was gay. I just want a new start. Without my father around, and maybe a nice, caring boyfriend. "You know that's too good to be true Jack" I whispered. Before falling into a nightmare of true events.
