Shattered To The Ground

Eight

That British guy just made me so fucking mad and I don't need him anymore, he's an asshole.

I wiped my tears and went to the restroom, I took the cutter from my bag, I looked for a space in my wrist. My wrist is nearly full of scars and marks, there's literally no space anymore. My cutter fell from my hands and I buried my face into my hands, slowly realizing what I had say to Beckett. I started feeling sorry and I cried. A bucket of tears fell from my eyes and I suddenly felt dumb. I cried my eyes out.

I went out of the bathroom as I heard the bell ring. I wore my jacket on again, I stared the trees outside, watching the fall leaves fall from the high old trees around the school.

I went home, school ended, school fucking ended and I did not get to apologize to Beckett. I went inside the house seeing a kid, a 10 year-old boy sitting on our couch. I did not think twice, I yelled "MOM THERE'S A CHILD-THIEF IN OUR HOUSE!!!"

"STOP SHOUTING, HE'S YOUR STEP BROTHER!!" My mom yelled as she went down from upstairs. I stared at the kid an back at mom curiously. "S-step brother?" My mom nodded, as the kid just ate vanilla ice cream with marshmallows on top. "Whatever, I'm going upstairs." I said, walking away and climbing up the stairs, but before I could get in the boy spoke "Do you know Pewdiepie?"

"What the hell is that? Did you just say a bad word?"
"No, but you did."
I looked at him, and he was clever. He could grow up even more intelligent than me. "Do you watch youtubers?" He asked, "Youtubers? Well, not really. I don't have an account." I answered, he then nodded, telling me I could already go on, and move to my room. A step brother huh? From my dad's slut I guess.

A kid, a kid who like youtubers. Pewdiepie? Who's that? Some kind of idiot, who posts videos about him wearing fancy dresses or something? Funny YouTube name also. Pewdiepie? Jeez.

I opened my macbook and watched some Netflix, some Mean Girls. Netflix, the only thing that made me smile. Yup, that's my life, Netflix.