《Tw's:》self harm, blood, abuse, alcohol, thoughts of being overweight, ect, ed?, emplied passing out.
[Georges pov:]
"Oh george, you can never do anything right."
My fathers loud, booming voice called down the hall. I shut the door slowly as i smelt the alcohol in his hands.
"Probably going off to some girls house like a slut." He slurred stumbling towards me. He threw the quarter full bottle off larger onto the floor and chuckled as i flinched at the smash.
"Oh george, george, george." He sighed while walking up to me.
Before i could get a word out, pain covered my body as he punched, kicked, and hit. My body ached, he had been going for 15 minutes how was he not tired.
He pushed me into the glass cabinet, causing the glass to shatter and fall onto me as i cried into the floor. The insides of the cabinet and the wooden frame soon fell on top of my distressed body. My dad gave me one last kick before finding more alcohol.
"Fuckk." I whisper-groaned. I quickly shuffled away, ignoring the stinging pain in my arms and face.
I felt some glass stab my leg, and i squealed in pain as i shuffled away. I quickly sat away from the cabinet and began picking up the glass with my bare hands, as my 'dad' watched my everymove.
"GEORGE HURRY UP FOR FUCKS SAKE." He yelled as i nodded.
"S-sorry, sir." I stuttered out in fear.
He grunted as i shoved it all in the bin, my legs threatening to give way and the blood forming a trail.
I walked over to the bathroom after my dad opened a can off beer. I shut the door, locked it, and perched on the toilet seat. I peeled all my clothes off, leaving my boxers on.
I looked over my blood-stained body and frowned.
Fat.
Ugly.
Fat.
Starve.
Bleed out.
Fat.
I sniffled as the thoughts got louder and louder. I covered my ears, and eventually, my breathing was less panicked.
I grabbed a flannel, not having the motivation to shower. I wipped all the dry and new blood off the best i could before adding some bandages and plasters. I looked at my face in the mirror and ignored the thoughts while peeling some glass off my cheek. I slowly put a plater on top and groaned in annoyance. I carried my blood coverd clothes and quickly walked to my room, shutting the door.
I shoved a blue T-shirt and some basket ball shorts on before lying face first into my sheets.
I glared over to the noise off my phone ringing. I sighed and tried to block it out. No use. I grabbed my phone off the side and looked at the screen.
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'-56 notifications from "Clay :]" -'
'-20 missed calls from "Clay :]" -'
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I groaned and began looking through at the messages.
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Dream :]
Georgeeee
Did you get home okay?
Georgeeeeeeee
Dude
Reply
Man
Bro
Georgieee
Goggyyy
Bro, are you okay /srs?
Reply
George
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Fuck, maybe he does care? I mean, he's typing.. Still.
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Dream :]
jeezus dude, sorry, i got busy, im gonna head to bed. I'll still be at yours tomorrow unless something comes up. Thank you for carin and all.<3
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FanfictionGeorge, an ordinary 17 year old boy. Or that's what they thought. George constantly goes through pain with his foster parents and has severe trauma from his birth parents. When he is forced to move to America for his 'dads' work, he develops unhealt...
