Let Me Go

Chapter 2

As I held my knees to my chest I sobbed loudly. Then I saw it, my little shiny pieace of metal I like to call my 'friend' or my 'excape from the world'. I picked it up and rolled up my sleeves. 

Do it.

I put the metal to my skin and glide it across. Blood begans to drip but I continue until my vision begins to blur.

Twenty four, twelve on each arm. I hide the blade in the top shevle of my cloest. I closed the closest and go into my bathroom. I washed my arm and wince at the sudden coldness. When I finish I bandage my arm. I've never gone that far before. My vision has never blurred as I did it, but it wasn't from the tears I actually was feeling really dizzy. 

I sit on my bed and cuddle into the covers. I hear a knock and ignore it. The door opens and I snore fakely. The bed dips and theres a hand on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry I did this to you," I hear my mothers voice. "I'm just get so upset sometimes and can't control myself. I want you to know, I love you no matter your sexuality. And I don't blame you for your father being a homophobic bastard," she sniffled lightly. "But the voices keep telling me I have to hurt you, so I listen. I fear if I don't something is going to happen, that your father will come back and try to kill you again," Again? Silent tears ran down my cheeks. "I love you so much," she said and kissed my forehead. "Goodnight sweetheart,"

She hears the voices too, I'm not the only one. 

No she knew you were awake, your a freak.

The voices tell me. I nod my head and pull the blankets closer to myself. I soon fall into a deep sleep.

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I wake up and roll on my side. The cuts are still there, and there are many scars. I get off the bed and get dressed. I walk downstairs and my mum is asleep still. The front door opens and in walks the man I fear the most.

My father.

He walks closer to me but I back away until I hit a wall. I whimper and he comes closer. "Your not going anywhere you little faggot," he hissed. He grabbed my arm and threw me to the floor. I whimper in pain and grab my side. He grabs me by the hair and pins me to a wall. He than throws me again and my back hits the glass table in the living room. I cry out in pain but he doesn't stop.

He grabbed me harshly. "Get up, faggot!" He roared. I get up and whimper at the pain the goes through my back. Once I'm standing he walks into the kitchen and comes back with a few empty whiskey bottles.

"No, please," I whimper. But that doesn't stop him. He takes one and hits me in the head with hit. My vision blurs and he grabs a chair. He hit my back with it and I fell to the floor. I cry out in pain with every hit of the glass bottles and now borken chairs. 

When all bottles and chairs are broken he heads towards the stairs. I try to get up but barely even move. He walks up the stairs and slams open a door.

Moments later I hear screams and cries of pain. I finally get up and run upstairs to find my father throwing my mother across the room. I try to grab him but my hand goes straight through him. I try and try again. I try to talk but nothing comes out. I look over at my mum and her body isn't moving, just sitting there on the floor covered in blood. I run downstairs and see something I thought I would never see.

There I am on the floor body limp and unmoving. I'm dead. I fall to my knees beside my body and cry. 

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I wake up with sweat rolling down my face. I get up and run to my mums room. I open the door slowly and find her snoring, bottle in hand. I grab the bottle and put it on the nightstand. I move her on the bed corectly and cover her with the blankets. "I love you too," I whiper and leave her room. I lay on my bed and check the time.

4:27

I lay back and soon fall back asleep.

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I wake up the the loud beeping of my alarm. I roll over and get up. I dress in my regular hoodie and jeans. I walk downstairs and find a plate filled with pancakes, bacon and eggs. I sit down and begin to eat.

It doesn't take me long and when I'm done I get ready and leave.

When I get to school I see the formiliar twins and walk up to them. "Hey Bitches!" I cheered.

"Why hello fellow student," Micheal sarcastically.

"Hey," Jacon whispered to busy with his phone. A smile spread across his face.

"Is that lover boy?" I asked.

"Look what you did Micheal, now shes calling him that too," Jacob groaned. Micheal just shrugged.

After what felt like hours of talking the bell rang and I walked to class. I sat in my seat and waited for the teacher.

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At lunch I went straight to the library, not bothering to eat anything. I sat down and pulled out a book and started reading. I heard foot steps.

"Hey Brianna," I heard Michel said. I looked up at those beautiful eyes... Wait stop it you can't like your only friend.

Your a freak, he'll nevr love you.

"Hi," I said and continued reading. Micheal sat down beside me.

"Do you have a phone?" He asked randomly.

"Yea," I said.

"Can I see it for a second?" He asked. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and handed it to him. He was doing something I couldn't see. He handed it back and on the screen was a contact labled 'Micheal' with a phone number. "Wanna hang out after school?" He asked.

"Umm... sure," I said not wanting to go home anyway. I put my phone back into my pocket.

"Text me so I have your number," he said. I pulled out my phone and texted the new number.

'Hey, it's Brianna' I hit send

"Ok got it," he said. "I'll text you after school," he told me.

"Ok," I said. The bell rang and we both stood up and walked to class together.

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The last bell rang and I got a text.

'Meet me out front  -Micheal'

'Ok be there in 5  -Brianna'

I started walking but was pushed into a locker. I groaned in pain. "Hey faggot," a voice spat.

"Leave me alone," I whimpered.

"I don't think so," the voice said. I was turned around and met with the face of one of the popular jocks. "Your coming with me," he said and pulled me towards the bathroom. 

When we got inside his fist hit my stomach causing me to groan. Again and again and again.

You deserve it faggot.

He punched me in the face one last time. I spit some blood on the floor and he was gone. I sat down and pulled my knees to my chest.

That's what you deserve.

I sobbed into my knees. Why can't I be normal?

~Authors note~

Thanl you for reading! I hope to write tomorrow, sorry if I don't. If your reading this your my favorite person right now.

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Bye!  -AuthorX3