Im just a scared piece of shit teenager noone cares about, i dont even care about myself but now im upset so i ran home, went to the back of my closet, closed the door and grabbed the one thing noone should be hiding in there closet but it was the only friend i had, the only thing that took the pain away my razor. I rolled up my sweatshirt sleave and i let the razor kiss my arm. I cut fast and hard about ten or elen times and i flinched at the pain as all my inner pain is relaesed and for a moment i feel free, but then I heard the front door slammed close and my father yelling my name. I rush to whipe the blood off my arm, hid my razor, pulled down my sleave, and ran down sairs so i didntget in trouble. Oh great the fucker came home drunk agian. He has a habit of doing that. Hopefully he'll just pass out and die, that would be nice but with my luck it's not gonna happen. And of coarse he grabs my arm where there were fresh cuts and it hurt like a bitch. Then the next thing i know im on the ground i sreamed really loud then outta nowhere my dad passes out and his body just plopped on the ground like a bag of bones and blood.
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Fake A Smile
Teen Fictionher mom and dad are divorced her brother got out as fast as he could she was the only one left for her dad to hurt and on top of it all she hates her self. how long will she last?
