Heros

Chapter 2 Blaze's POV

Fear in my chest, but no emotions shown. My mother slapped me across the face and I turned over, slamming into the wall first and then the ground.

"You lazy idiot! Get off you butt and get to school. You're late." She said and I stood.

"I slept in.." I muttered, which caused my breath to escape from my mouth and my lungs as her balled fist met with my stomach.

"Do not talk back to me." She snapped and literally grabbed me by my hair.

She dragged me by my hair to the door and opened it. She threw me forward and kicked me down to the floor.

"Don't bother coming home after school if you have nothing to prove you are worthy of living in my presence." She walked in, and locked the door.

So, now I'm homeless and in pain. I walked, in my pajamas and slippers, to the abandoned park I usually hang around.bI watched from a distance as a girl tried to take her life with a piece of glass.

'Idiot.' I thought,'suicide is for the weak. It won't help you any from hell either.'

I noticed a popular dude going to stop her, then realized this was none of my business, so I walked away and left to school to pick up my work and lie that I was home sick.

"Home sick? Feel better!" Each teacher said.

I started to head home, then stopped short. Shaking my head, I turned and walked down Main Street.

"Hey, Blaze!" Called the popular Amber, a cheerleader,"Where ya goin'?" She asked, obviously drunk or high.

"Just shopping." I waved.

"Can I come with?" She asked, and giggled.

"I'd say you need to get home and rest before you get hurt.." I responded.

"But I wanna shop for clothes and shoes!" She snapped.

"I'm shopping for food.."

"Oh, then screw you. I'm off to shoppy the hoppy. Ooh! That rhymes!" Yep, she won't remember this tomorrow...

She walked off with we boyfriend giggling and all. I rolled my eyes and kept forward to a bus station bathroom. I grabbed a napkin dispenser, and squeezing my eyes shut, ran the jagged edges on my wrist. Then I opened an eye and watched a fragile cut form on the now-pink surface. I set it down and watched my blood flow in uneven patterns.

Walking out and not stopping the bleeding, I continued on and let the blood drip off my fingers. People looked occasionally, but said and did nothing.

Eventually I slammed my head into the wall and slid down. I was in a dark, hidden alley. The blood pressure had gotten worse and I smiled.

'Suicide is for the weak. Cutting is for the weak. I am weak. I am alone.' These thoughts ran throughout my head as a pool of blood surrounded me and I realized I'm going to bleed out and die.

I positioned myself on the wall and sat, head staring at the now dark sky. I stared at the stars and thought about that one anime, Darker Than Black, and wondered if a star would fall tonight for me.

I soon found my eyes to heavy and blinked my fair well to the stars before closing my eyes, and slowly falling into everlasting sleep.

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I awoke in the hospital, an IV in my wrist, and I was in a gown. I was being given blood and other crap. I even had a breathing mask on.

"Why am I here? I should be dead." I whispered.

"You were brought in." The doctor said.

"By who, no one cared for me." I snapped.

"By Hunter Presscot and Kevin Scott.." He said, and let them in.

"I could be dead and free!" Is what I wanted to scream but all that came out was:

"Thank you.." And then sleep overcame me once more.