Would They Care If I Was Gone? A Jahvie fanfic ((BoyxBoy))

Chp. 2: There's blood on the dance floor!

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The title of this chapter is from the BOTDF song "Blood On The Dance Floor".
The song is out there ->
Picture of Luke (he'll be in this chapter) is out there too (chose Zac Efron, don't say he isn't at least a bit hot on that Picture ;) ->
I'm sorry, this chapter might be a little borring or sad and maybe for some, triggering. Sorry! :c
I don't own anything, except from the characters I made up... Blah blah... Enjoy! ^-^

((LET'S GET ON WITH THE STORY;))

Dahvie’s POV:

I wake up far too early the next morning when my annoyingly loud alarm clock start ringing. My eyes are red and puffy and sore from crying. Last night I sat in the cave for hours upon hours, crying my broken heart out. I first got up when I started to shiver, heck you just try to stay out at midnight in the spring with no jacket and stuff. As I started going home I checked my phone 0:02AM. When I came home I just tiptoed up the stairs and to bed, I’d be so dead if my parents found out I just came home now, they don’t really care about me, as long as I’m not a trouble to them and they can stay away from me, they don’t even care to talk to me. I guess I’m too much of a freak for them. Or at least that was what my mom told me. When I was 13!

I snap out of the thoughts and stop the alarm clock and crawl out of bed with no energy at all. I walk to the dresser and pull out a grey Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt and the pair of black skinny jeans from yesterday and a lot band wristbands to cover the scratches and scars my “cat” gave me on the wrist. I put it on and go to the bathroom to get ready. My hair is a mess and so is my face. I do the best I can with my hair and makeup and grab an apple on my way to school.

 

._._._._.Time Lapse! At school._._._._.

I walk to my locker, feeling more alone than ever, not having Garret by my side is the worst thing that could ever happen to me. I hold my head low and stare at the floor as I attempt to go through the hallways. I get pushed and stared at. As usually I hear the words “freak”, “emo” and “fag” as I pass people. It didn’t use to get to me, but without anybody to help and support me I am fragile and every word breaks me.

As I get to my locker I remove all the mean notes on it and get my books. As I’m about to close the locker I get pulled away and pushed up against the other locker. I open my eyes and stare at the last person I want to see right now. Luke. The schools most popular and hottest guy. But underneath the good looks he’s the meanest thing alive. And he happens to also be my bully.

“Answer me, fag!” He spit at me. “What Luke? Please not today, my life is ruined enough without you beating me up.” I answer without thinking about the consequences. “Aww, little crybaby faggot wants me to let him go…” He says in a bittersweet voice and his friends laugh mockingly “Don’t you DARE talking back to me like that, understood fag?” He shouts angrily and punches me in the stomach. I hiss and nod not able to speak from the pain. “Man up you little fag!” Luke says as he punches the side of my head.

My hand fly up to my chin to check if it bleed, but unfortunately the wristbands are a bit too big and before I can get my hand back down, the wristbands slides a bit down my arm. Just a bit, but still that bit too much. I see Luke’s eyes focusing on the little bare piece of skin on my wrist, that’s always used to be covered. An evil grin spreads on his lips and he laughs. “Guys! Look, fagboy is so worthless he can’t even end his own life!” The other guys steps closer and forces my wrist back up and the wristbands away from my newest cuts. “Fagboy, is your life so sad and worthless as you, now your little friend Garret isn’t here to protect you anymore?” The boys laugh and push down on my cuts, making them sting and hurt.

“Give the suicidal freak a better knife and let him cut himself open!” some dude says. Luke looks thoughtfully at me and grins “we could do that” he says. “Yeah, he’s so worthless and such a pain in the ass for everybody. He should just end it.” Some other dude says. Luke laughs evilly. “You know, fagboy, nobody likes or cares about you and everybody, even your family hates you. You should just go kill yourself” Luke says, throws me to the floor and kick me before going to class.

._._._._.Time Lapse! After school._._._._.

I quick walk out into the hallway and drop my books of in my locker and hurry out of the school. I want to get home as fast as possible and stay at my room with my guitar, iPod and iPhone forever. As I run home I hear two scooters come closer and closer. “If there’s a god, be gracious, please don’t let it be-“ but before I finish that thought I get pushed to the ground and the scooters stop. I roll onto my back and look up. “You gotta be fucking kidding me, not again!” I think as I recognize Luke. By his side is his slutty girlfriend from the cheerleading team and one of Luke’s friends. “Why’d you run fagboy? Did the razor call?” Luke says scornfully. “Come on babe, stop playing around with him, just beat him up so we can get home to your bed” The slut says and runs her hand down Luke’s stomach over his abs. He sends her what I guess is supposed to be a sexy smile and he turns back to me. He kicks me in the side until it almost turns numb from the pain. He sends me an evil smile, spits right next to my head and gets on the scooter. I lay there for a few minutes, to sore to move. When I finally get up I go back home, trying to hold in the sobs.

As I get back home I throw my bag in the living room and start sobbing loudly. As I run upstairs and into my room I let the tears flow, leaving my eyes already pretty red. I walk over to my dresser, open the lower drawer and pull out a black box. I open the box and stare at the shiny pieces in the box. I take my favorite up, close the box and leave it on top of the dresser. As I sit on my bed once again I look at the sharp and shiny piece of metal in my hand. I blink away some tears and pull off my wristbands. I take a deep breath and bring the blade up to my wrist.

I let the blade do its work and slide it across my wrist. I close my eyes in pain. But this is the good pain, the pain that I can control.

First cut, because everybody hates me” I open my eyes and look at the fresh cut. Deep, but not too deep. I let the blade keep doing its magic, opening my wrist, making the crimson red blood come out.
“Second cut, because I’m such a freak” I clench my fist and keep going.
“Third cut, because I’m too weak and I deserve it” I relax my fist a bit as I get used to the pain.
“Fourth cut, because nobody would even care if I die tonight” I feel fresh tears filling my eyes.
“Fifth cut, because I’m so worthless and so far from perfect” I smile a bitter smile, Luke is right.
“Sixth cut, for doing this to myself” I look up and out of the window as my eyes start to blur, as I cut the last cut.
I look down, this one’s deeper than the others and bleed more.
“Seventh cut, to get away from here. Forever.”  I feel the blood running but the pain doesn’t get to me anymore. I’m on my way away from this awful place.

I'm on my way.

((END NOTE;))

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