Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Here is chapter two! I hope you like it!
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--------// Alex //-------
I walk down the sidewalk, as the rain continues to pour. I'm not talking or listening to music, just thinking. But that's when I'm at my worst, when I think. The things that those "people" say to me, it kills me. They make me feel like an alien.
"Hey, Emo boy!" Jerk 1 yells from behind me. I don't turn around. I just ignore him.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" He yells again. Still I do nothing. I feel a tug on my arm, I turn around to see one of the guys in his group.
"Better run." He said before punching me. The blow doesn't phase me, I'm used to it by now.
They all run over to me and beat me. When they are done my face is bloody and I can't move. I am numb.
"See you tomorrow Emo." They yell laughing and walking away. I try to get up, and groan in pain. They really got me this time.
I get home to see that my mother isn't there. That's normal around here. She is probably with one of her drunk friends. There is no telling when she will get home, and when she does I have to hear the sounds of her and her boyfriend of the week. I drop my bags on the couch and walk to the bathroom.
I look at the smallest shelf on the right. The paint is faded and slowly chipping away. It's where my things go. I open it and look at the hair products and combs. You know, normal guy stuff. I dig to the back and grab the small tin case. I open it to find my blades. My life source. Smiling, I take off my jacket and bring the blade to the skin on my wrist. A small red line forms, then turns into a bead of blood. This happens to all of the cuts.
I decide to make the last one, number seven the deepest. I wince as the blade digs deeper into my arm. The pain is soon replaced with the high I get from cutting. No more worrying about what everyone else thinks of me, the bullies, the drunken mom, and the runaway father. Just me, the blood and the blades. "Alex honey, are you here?" Is the last thing I hear my mother say before I fall to the floor and everything goes black.
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you like it or did you love it????? I know it wasn't my best. But I hope you loved it. :D I know it's short... But it will get better.
Ok so I will continue writing this until its done. Idk what I'm going on about. Byeeeee.
- Tay_Tay_ :)
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