I slam my hand down on the annoying beeping machine that lay on the bedside table. With a groan, I pull the blankets over my head, blocking out the harsh sunlight burning my tired eyes. My eyes start to grow heavy again as I drift back to sleep. Slowly, the blackness comes closer, enveloping my mind. I am torn from this state, though, by an incessant banging on my bedroom door.
"Ryan! Get you lazy ass up!" My Dad's voive sounds through the painted wood.
I roll my eyes and sit up. Reaching up I stretch out my stiff joints, sighing contentedly and the multiple cracks and pops the erupt from my back and shoulders. I stand and waltz to the bathroom, turning on the taps of the shower and undressing while the water heats up. Waiting a little longer, I stand there shivering. I check the temperature of the water, to be satisfied, and step into the steaming jets. I quickly wash then hop out and go back to my room, turning on my straightener on the way. Mmm, I smell of strawberries =^_^= yum... I pick out a pair of grey skinny jeans with zips on the sides, a black All Time Low Party On tour shirt and my black converse. I slip on my Batman boxers (A/N I Love Batman, so expect there to be A LOT of references and merch in here) and a long struggle and multiple curse words later, I manage to get my skinny jeans up. Have you ever tried to put on a pair of skin tight jeans right after a shower? It's a pain in the ass. "Thats right, you bitch" I say, adressing the tight pants that now sit on my hips. I quickly slip on my shirt along with some random studded belts, a couple of band bracelets and my favourite black hoodie, leaving it unzipped. I go back into the bathroom and blow dry my hair before straightening it perfectly and putting in my full snakebite rings. I put on a thin line of eyelinerand head down to the kitchen, but stop ubruptly when i see that my Dad is sitting in there. Groaning inwardly I throw my head back in exasperation. No breakfast for me it seems. I creep to the door as quietly as possible but I forget about the floor board that creaks, just infront of the door. I swear he put that there on purpose. My foot lands on it with a paonfully loud creak, causing me to cringe and my father to come rushing into the room.
"Thought you could leave without saying goodbye to Daddy, did you?" Before I can open my mouth to reply, he begins to hit me forcefully, knocking the wind from my lungs. Hands, feet and elbows aim for any bit of flesh they can reach and bruise. His fist collides sharply with my side and there is a rush of pain and a crack from my ribs. Great, at least I won't have to do P.E. All the while, i try my best to hold in the tears and cries of pain that are willing to escape, he won't get the satisfaction of hearing me cry.
When he is bored, finally, he gives me one last hard kick to the stomach and spits on my face, muttering the word "Faggot" as he leaves.
My father has been like this since I told him that I'm gay. That's right, I'm a gay emo. He couldn't take the fact that his son was gay and he thought that the best way to fix this was to, and I quote "Beat the gay out of him". Not long after that, he started heavily drinking and while he was drunk, he would go into violent rages and often hit my mother and me. She left him three months after this and of course, my father blamed me. He gave up on the drink though, hoping that it would bring back Mom. It didn't. I don't really know where she is now; she's been gone almost two years. She's probably off somewhere, with her rich boyfriend, having the time of her life. Honestly, I don't care.
I drag myself off the floor, where I collapsed. My legs shake with the pain as I slowly manage to shuffle to the bus stop and stand there, hugging my ribs and hoping they aren't broken. After a while, I see the bus coming around the corner of the street and pull up in front of the stop. Ignoring the cat calls and coughs of "faggot", "fairy" and insults of the like, I make my way to the back of the bus, where I usually sit. I plug in my headphones and the screams and growls of Chris Motionless meet my ears in the beauty that is "Immaculate Misconception". (A/N That's currently one of my favourite songs) The scenery of Oak Hill rushes past as I stare out the window and hope that no one will want to sit next to me. Gladly, there is enough room for no one to have to.
