Diary of a Suicidal Emo

Day 2

I slowly open my eyes, woken up by the familiar yelling of my parents again. My dad was always out with some other girl every night. I put on my headphones and listen to
Bullet by Hollywood Undead while putting my pillow over my head. I mouth the words since I know the song by heart, hell I listen to it everyday.

Dear Diary,
I'm sick of having to do this. I don't mean just writing in this stupid book, I mean having to put up with my parent always getting into a fight. I saw my friend earlier today when I took a walk around the neighborhood, but when I tried talking to him, he just kept acting as if he didn't even know of my existence. I guess I'm used to it now so I shouldn't worry about it too much. Well...bye I guess.

I lay my head on my desk, dragging the pen down the paper. I look up at the paper, reading what I have written. I sigh and slide out of my chair and onto the cold, wooden floor. I hear my cat Kiku climb into the window and onto my head. "Is this the only thing I'm good for?" I ask the white and gray cat, knowing I wouldn't get an answer.
I go down stairs and out the front door with my BVB bag over my shoulder with Kiku in it. I walk down the sidewalk, watching the orange sun sink into the horizon. I walk to the park and sit under a tree next to a old wooden bridge over a small creek filled with stones and of course,water. I open my bag and put Kiku on the limb above me and pull out my sketch book. Suddenly its snatched from my hands from behind me. "What's this pip squeak?" says someone behind me. I turn around and see my old bully, Ryan Jones. He dangles the sketch book by its spirals "If you wants it back the come and takes it back" he smirks. I roll my eyes at his bad grammar. "Just give it back Ryan" I try to grab the book but he pushes me back. "Make me you stupid bitch" he says loudly. I punch him in the face,breaking his nose and he drops the book. "Damn you!" he says as he swings back punching me in the eye. I fall back with my vision blurry and he kicks me in the chest. As I lay there, trying to catch my breathe and gain back my sight, I hear Kiku growl then I hear Ryan scream and it slowly drifts off. I gain my eye site and see Kiku, kind of smiling at me. I look at the ground and pick up my dropped notebook, just wanting to lock myself in my room...forever.

I cover my head and face as I walk through the front door of my house, feeling Kiku squirm in my bag. I go up stairs to my room and dump Kiku on to my bed and he glares at me for doing so. "Sorry I'm just...pissed off I guess...I need my cat to save me from my own fight...and I'm talking to no one" I sigh. I put my forehead on the wall and lightly sob "I'm so useless...and weak." I started full on crying, placing my face into my red bed sheets. I cry till my vision goes black, falling into a deep slumber once more.

Authors Note
This is my first story >_< I'm sorry if it sucks
Um °^° tell me how it is please ＾∇＾Till next time my friends~