A little too broken (boyxboy)

Chapter 1

Trigger warning: self harm
Andrew part 1:

"Lights gone, days end, struggling to pay rent" no truer words have ever been spoken in the case of Andrew McEuan. Walking home, listening to Ed Sheeran was the highlight of his day. "Closed eyes and hoping for a better life" he sighed,as he reached his apartment building. There was intercom system, that was about as useful as a broken toy phone. He walked through the glass door that never seemed to ever be closed, and walked up the stairs till he reached apartment B12. As he walked in he found that the beer bottles from the night before were still there, and there seemed to be a few new ones. She lied. She said she would quit but last night she broke down again. Andrew saw his mother on the couch attempting to distract herself with some television. Her matted hair and stained shirt showed today was another day that it had gotten her. She was wearing the jacket that belonged to Andrew's father. It was her way of pretending the divorce never happened. He hated that jacket,it just reminded him of why she was like this. He put his bag down and slammed the door.

She jumped a little, startled. "How was school?" The day's events flooded his mind. He had been thrown against a locker, thrown to the ground and kicked in the stomach repeatedly. He had been grabbed by the arm, pushed up against a wall, and been called derogatory terms, like faggot, homo and queer. "It was okay, nothing really exciting." He didn't want her to know. He didn't need her worrying about him. "Did you remember to take your medication?" She asked. "Yes" he lied. He knew he should've be taking it, the voices were getting worse. But sometimes it seemed like he didn't want to get better, like he liked the company. He walked past his mother and into his room. He heard a whisper in his head 'Did you tell her?' 'No' he replied to the empty space in his bedroom.'good, you wouldn't want to make things worse.' More of these voices started to swarm his head,'she wouldn't care.' 'You're useless' 'no one cares.' 'You deserve this.' 'You're pathetic!' They got louder and more aggressive. He got to the point where he couldn't take it. He opened his drawer and grabbed his razor.

Later that night he washed the blood off his wrists when his mother had retreated to her room. He went back and lied on his bed. The voices kept going, but at least with them he didn't feel so alone.

//this is the end of the first chapter. I'll be uploading three time a week now. I say this so that I can keep my self in a deadline. So next Friday you'll get chapter 2//