Johnny always knew that he had some luck that followed him. But when his folks kick him out he's left with some options onto where to stay. Dally is his top pick, him and Dally where close so it was fine. It all changes when Dally gets too drunk and...
"Your getting worse, doll." He said, feeling my head.
I shook my head, while he removed his hand. I did feel worse tho.. My stomach hurt, I had a migraine, I feel like I'm gonna throw up, and I can't sleep.
"Im fine.." I mumble.
"Sure, your fine. But are you feeling better?" Dallas was standing up now, holding his car keys.
"No.." I sneezed.
"I knew it.. I'm going to get some medicine and stuff like that. If your not better by Monday we are going to a doctor." He told me.
It was Friday, I had all weekend. Plus, its summer. Maybe its just allergies? I normally didn't get sick on Summer Break tho!
"You want anything else?" Dal asked opening the bedroom door.
"A coke, I'll pay you back I promise." I coughed again.
"Doll, you ain't got to pay me. What the hell?" He laughed.
I laughed too and he left, now it was just me. Buck was out at a party he hadn't hosted so I just ran my fingers through my hair. I felt sick so I went to change, I grabbed Dal's hoodie which ended above my knees. Then I put on some gym shorts and laid back down putting the rag back on me. I thought about my parents..
In there eyes was I just a dumb kid? Oh god.. Maybe it was my hair that made me look dumb? Maybe how I hid behind everyone? Maybe cuz I never care about my life? Maybe I just needed to change??
I grabbed my blade and slowly got up to go to the bathroom mirror, I flipped the blade. I started to cut my hair. Pieces fell into the sink and on me, when I finished, my hair was curly still; black and now it fell on my forehead. Not my eyes. I also trimmed the back.
(Sorta like this pic JUST THE HAIR)
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Now I look tough.. Now I'm not a baby! But what else do my parents want..?
Oh yeah, want me dead.. Ughh! I can't just die. Or could I??
I grabbed my blade again and sliced my wrist. I winced in pain but I was close to death! I would finally make my parents happy, I did it again. One slice after another, one tear after another..
I guess there really is no way of winning if in their eyes I will always be a dumb boy..
I cried harder and fell to my knees, blood dripped from my wrist I crawled to the bedroom and threw my switch blade at the wall. I balled up and cried, cried..
"ELLO! Im back!" Dal walked in and saw me.
"What the fuck!" Dal ran to me and held me like a tall child.
