Mute

Derek

AN - Trigger Warning.
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Karla drove up to me and Grace. "Hi, Derek. Need a ride?" She said and smiled. I looked inside her car. There was Josh, her boyfriend, next to her and Ashlee, her best friend, in the back.

"No Thanx. I'm walking with-" I turned to point at Grace but she was gone. What?
"Derek, Sweetie, are you okay?" She said getting out of the car and touching my face, checking my temperature. I playfully smacked away her hand, laughing. "Ok. I guess I could use a ride."

I got in next to Ashlee. "Hi Derek." She sad. "Hey Ashlee." I said. "How was your day?" She asked. "Eh." I said shrugging. "Hmm." She said. With that we finished talking.

**Skip car ride**

Karla dropped me off and I said bye to them. I watched them drive off and saw that my mom's car was parked in the driveway, great she's home early, slowly walked up to the door and got out my key. I put the key in the lock hole and turned it around. I heard the click and turned the knob. I opened the door and stepped inside. I looked around for my mom. I found her passed out on the couch with a bottle of wine slipping out of her hand. I grabbed the bottle without waking her, but she did stir in her sleep. I put the bottle on the table and went up stairs to my room and closed and locked the door.

I grabbed my towel and when into my bathroom. After I showered completely I dried off and got dressed in my black jeans, my bvb shirt, and black converse. I put on my purple PTV jacket to hide my scars. I walked downstairs and saw my mom was up, and she was still drinking that wine. She saw me and got up. I tried backing up but my back hit the wall. She came at me and slapped me.

"Where were you the last hour." She yelled at me. "I-I was showering." I whimpered. "For an HOUR?" She screamed. "W - well I-i.." "w-well." She mimicked me. I held back a tear, I would not let her see me cry, it would just be worse for me. Once she was done beating me she got her bottle and poured the liquid on my cuts. It stung like a bitch but I still didn't cry. Once all the wine was on me she walked away to her room.

She's been doing this ever since dad left, she blames me. I don't know why. I walked into my room and locked the door. I walked to the bathroom and opened the mirror, I got out the metal box and opened it. I pulled out a blade and pulled up my sleeve. "My dad" I said as I made a long cut across my arm. "My alcoholic mother" I made another cut. "All the beatings she gives me." Another cut, and another, and another, until my whole left arm was all red with fresh, bloody scars.
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AN - ^That's Derek.