The Drug And The Demon

School of Hell And Assholes

I sat up in bed crying, shakeing, scared. Ever since my 6th birthday I have been seeing these evil creatchers, demons. I was born with the ability to see spirits but only kind ones, but now I see them all. They saunter into my dreams and make them nightmares.
It's horable, but I have gotten used to it over the years. I was 13 now and 14 coming up soon in august. It is the end of May and I am about to shoot my head off with a shotgun. I was born with deep depression and it has gotten worse over the years. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of black shorts, my sleeping with sirens T-shirt, a black hoodie, a batman belt, and a deadpool bini. I am a huge nerd. I love superheroes and bands and all that shit. Life was not that interesting. It seamed to be on constant repeat. wake up (if I actually slept), sit thinking about my life and possible dimize, get up and walk to the bathroom in my boxers and t shirt that's baggy on me, do what you use bathrooms for and get my hair to not look like in not black star from soul eater, trudge back to my room and dress and listen to escape the fate of Hollywood undead or Attila or somthing,youtube and food in the kitchen, drown out the outside world with a hoodie and music, lonely school day , horrible bus ride home, spend an hour home alone with some vodka, text my online friends ,read yaoi, cry myself to sleep. then the day starts all over again.

I walked to my buss stop , rain trilling down my hooded head, king for day by pierce the veil blasting threw my headphones. I sighed seeing that the bus was almost at my stop. when I get on I see my friend who lives down the street from me glaring at me with ever so exited eyes and a huge, goofy grin plasters on his face. I smile and sit down next to him. "sup dude." I greet him, Jared has been my best friend since 5th grade. when he moved down the street from me we would hang out every day. He is bisexual and completely understanding. "OH MY FUCK DUDE JOEY GRACEFFA CAME OUT AS GAY!" I recently found out that one of my fave you tubers was gay and I was so happy he FINALY admitted it. "I KNOW!" He loved Joey to. we sat threw the rest of the bus ride to hell talking about bands and games. Walking into school I had my headphones in again blaring the sweet voice of escape the fate threw my head. I got my books and went to home room, getting awkward looks from my fellow class mates. I went to the back corner of the room and say down on the shelf. I hummed along to the music until the bell rang to show the start to first period.

Lunch was lonely and when I got back downstairs is got pushed by a boy as big and meaty as a fucking cow and than he slapped me in the face. I cup my cheek with my hand and walk off to long block. the teacher tells me that I was gross and discusting. what a good role modal you are....stupid bitch. I sigh and walk home in the rain. I have my hood on and my music blasting, I unlock the front door and step into my empty house hold. I place my bag down and go in the direction for the alcohol cabinet. I open it grasping a bottle of vodka and unscrewing the top. I take a few shoots of that and put it back as I head to my bathroom and grab a razor. I drag it across my thighs where no one will be able to see. I make a long, deep cut and watch as the Crimson liquid drips out of the fresh wound. I do a few more and bundle up some toylet paper and push down on the cuts, trying to stop the bleeding. Once it stops I walk into my room. "fuck homework I don't give a shit...."I say as I lay on my bed and cry myself to sleep where I am haunted by my nightmares.