"Go die Justin, no one likes you!"
Average honestly. That was my mom screaming at me, I don't even know what I did wrong this time.
"Maybe I will!" Balling my fists as I run up the stairs and into my room.
This is something that happens on a regular basis, my parents getting mad at me for no reason, me getting angry back at them, and then me running up to my room. It doesn't frustrate me for as long as it used to anymore, I've gotten quite used to it.
I slam the door to my room and collapse onto my bed, already calming down from the yelling that just went on.
I guess you could say that I am depressed, I've never cut because I see no purpose in it, but I am always down and dispirited for the longest periods of time. It always seems that there's nothing going on in my head but really, my brain is going 1,000,000 miles per minute.
As I am laying down on my bed I start thinking, I don't even know what I am thinking about in particular, I just start thinking about the worst things, with my thoughts going at full speed so I can't even capture it. I start feeling the need to punch and scream at something because i'm getting so worked up in my own head.
I get up to get my phone so I can talk to my friend to try and calm myself down, but I can't contain it anymore and I punch a wall before I reach for my phone. Instead of punching the wall I miss it and I hit the window, causing it to shatter and the top of the window to fall on me and shatter the rest of the way.
I fall back onto the floor and I can't feel anything after a minute of laying there, I need help because I am bleeding a lot. I hear my door open and hope that someone will help me, instead it's my mother and the last thing I heard was "Make sure to clean up the mess"
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(Time skip 2 hours)
"Hey" I hear a voice.
"Hey!" I hear the voice prodding at me again, sounding slightly more agitated.
I open my eyes and look to see that I no longer had any cuts or bruises onn myself. I glance up to see a boy that looked to be about my age.
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This sucks I know, I'm not good at writing but here you go, hopefully it will get better -Leah
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Lost Boy
Teen FictionJustin, playing: lost boy Peter, playing: his savior Justin's life has always been a living hell, and one night he just can't handle it anymore. Will Peter help the boy or himself?
