My Tourniquet

Chapter 6

I went home that afternoon, Mom left a note saying that she took Maddie to soccer practice and that dad was at work. I have the house to myself.

For about a few hours I watched tv, I sat there on the couch enjoying a show of "Death Note" when the front door open. Dad was home. He looked at me, I looked at him. Dad walked into the other room, I continued to watch tv. I heard his footsteps coming back to the front room, I turned around and he just slapped me across the face.

"What is it going to take you to realize that I didn't mean for Maddie to get hurt?" I asked my dad while holding my cheek which stung, looking at my dad with fierce eyes. He didn't respond, he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me upstairs.

Dad beat me until I was black and blue, blood on the floor and walls, and a big gash in the wall where Dad shoved me into and kinda breaking my back.

I layed there on the floor feeling really numb everywhere. The pain was everywhere: head, body, you name it. I hate feeling like this, I really do. I slowly got up and limped to the bathroom. My new feature in the mirror was horrible, I looked like a zombie. I got in the drawer to get a cloth when I saw it. My razor that sent me to the hospital.......... I guesss it wouldn't hurt to do it again. As I took the blade out, it was cold and kinda blood staind. I held it to my wrist where my old scars showed and sliced.

One slice. Two slice. Three slice. Four slice. Five slice.......

Then I felt something weird, I loked down and saw it. Through the blood I saw that I cut a vein, Oh god. Then I collasped on the tiled floor.

The next thing I rememberwas wakeing up in the hospital. I opened my eyes a tiny bit through my lashes I saw my parents talking to the doctor, Maddie was in the other room where my granparents were. I overheard the doctor telling my parents that I was dying; my mom collasped and cryed and my dad just stood there. All of a sudden, Destrie came running in the room and started beating the hell out of my dad. I started to laugh and took a deep breath, then I went. The monitor went dead, my spirit left my body. I saw Destire crying out murderer, my mom crying to death, and my dad looked at my now dead corpse and said.......

"It wasn't your fault, I'm so sorry Chase." and then he cried..