A little too broken (boyxboy)

Chapter 16

Chap 16

Hell. School was hell. He had been shoved around brutally by Alex. This girl in his chemistry class had deemed him her new obsession. She's not very nice and smells like candle wax. he got tripped in the canteen with the food still in his hands so it got all over his uniform. He "forgot" to take his medication again so the voices wouldn't stop during maths and physics. All he wanted to do was to go home and relax. These were the days that he contemplated suicide.

'I should ink my skin, with your name...' He decided Ed Sheeran was the most soothing option. Really though he missed listening to him on his way home and decked maybe he shouldn't mix up his music so often.

He reached B12 and open the door with the intention of heading to his room but he was stopped by his mother. She was wearing his Fathers jacket again. The jacket Andrew despised.

"You go off about me lying all the time but you are an absolute bloody hypocrite!" She yelled this as she pulled out an unopened pack of medication that they had bought this month.

He had told her he'd taken them but he hadn't touched them since the day they were purchased.

"You tell me off about lying to you, you've been lying to my face for god knows how long. Do you not want to get better Andrew is that it?" He turned his head away in shame.

"Andrew James McEuan, you look at me when I talk you! To think I found these just lying on you dressing table, unopened. Is this how you think things are going to change?"

"Have you been drinking ?" He said just loud enough for her to here. He took a step backwards.

"No of course not." But it was too late, he had smelt the beer on her breath.

"Really?" He said this a lot louder than before.

"Yes really." She said this as if it was obvious but it was clear she knew he had figured it out, she was just trying to cover it up.

"Okay so I drank one or two but I'm not drunk and that's not the point."

"So why lecture me about lying when your first instinct is to lie to my face! Why lecture me about getting better when you are making yourself worse. Why lecture me when-"

"Shut up!" She screamed as she struck him. The sound of her hand was so loud it managed to take their words away. All Andrew did was run to his room, slam his door and lock it.

"Andrew, Andrew! I'm sorry. Andrew please, I'm so sorry."

"You're just like him and I hate you. Leave me alone!"

The both slid on opposite ends of the door while sobbing violently. On one side a mother kept repeating I'm sorry. On the other her son had gotten his blade.