I was in total disbelief, the entire day. I don't even know what happened. I thought that I was dreaming, but when I stabbed myself with my nail, I realized I wasn't. I wished that I was, but it was real. Talking to Sal in the fucking school bathroom, was real. Him telling me that I can go to his apartment whenever I wanted, was real. Him telling me he was there for me, was real. It was all real. Too real. I don't know if I'm mad, sad, disgusted, or confused.
What else that was too real, was the sour stench of beer. My nose wriggled in disgust as I walked into the house. I quickly looked around, trying to see where father was. He was nowhere to be found, but I know that he's home. Then I see a lump through the cracked door that was once his and mother's room, but now it's just his. I watched as the lump inhale, and exhale. I sigh, wishing that it wasn't breathing at all. That would've been wonderful. I don't even bother checking the fridge, because I already know that the only contents in there is beer. I walk up the stairs and into my room.
(SH mention!)
I promised Phillip I'd quit, but it relieves everything. I grab a razor blade I have hidden in my drawer, and slide down the wall. Tears swelled my eyes. My hand trembles as I pull my sleeve up far enough. I glance at all the other scars. I remember the day father saw them. I thought he was about to murder me with his own two hands. He's worse when he's sober. It was terrifying. The memory of it caused the tears to start falling. I didn't even realize I did it until blood dripped onto my leg.
(End of SH)
I hit my head against the wall and just sit there. Then I see his face. S̶a̶l̶.̶ Fisher. His hair. His fake eye and real eye. His voice. His laugh. His face. I flinch and quickly get up. I walk out of my room and into the bathroom. I was going to puke.
A/N
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