What Is This?

No one to help...

Kevin's POV
For as long as I can remember I've been beaten. That's why mom left, because she was tired of being hit and abused by father. But she left me behind. I don't know why I hope for someone to save me when it's so clear no is willing to help. These past few months hope is getting harder to find and I find myself entertaining the idea of suicide.
Pathetic, I know, but when you're as damaged and exhasted at being everyone's chew toy as I am, well, things change.
As I wake for school and get ready I notice my razor in the bathroom. Maybe a few cuts this morning wouldn't hurt.
One
Two
Three
Four
How many more till I hit the floor? I laugh bitterly as I cut three more times. The irony. I stuff the blade in my pocket and pull on my red jacket. I always keep my body covered, don't want anyone to see. They can't. I run down the stairs hoping to get away before father can see me but unluckily he belows from the kitchen before I can even get to the door.
"KEVIN! GET YOUR WORTHLESS ASS IN HERE!" I rush into the kitchen and see a plate shattered on the ground.
"DID YOU BREAK THIS?!"
"N-no f-father" I sputter out. He lumbers towards me and slaps me in the face screaming
"DON'T LIE TO ME! WHY DID YOU
BREAK IT?!"
"B-but I father I didn't." I said but he punches me me in the ribs saying I'm lying. I crumple to the floor in pain and his shoe connects with my chest. The beating goes on until he gets too tired and I stand and limp out of the house. I try and run to school hoping I won't be late but I know it's impossible. Once I reach the school the final bell rings and I'm late for class. I sigh. No use going now. I turn and head for the library only to run into one of the jocks, never bothered To learn my tormentors names, well accept for the ed's.
"Hey dweeb. Did you finish that math paper I gave you?" he asked shoving me into the lockers my freshly bruised body hurting worse. I fish through my bag and grab the paper hoping he'd leave me alone.
"Thanks dweeb but this don't mean your getting out of your daily beating." with that he punches me in my bruised stomach causeing me to crumple to the floor once again. He kicks my head which connects with the  locker and I cry out in pain. Then he kicks my chest. Its like dé jà vú. Once he finished with my  beating he leaves. I crawl to the bathroom an get in a stall not bothering to lock it. I dry heave the last contents of my stomach until all that's left is acid. I cough and cry. Why does this always happen to me? What did I do to deserve this I fish around in my pocket untill I find my razor. I push up sleeve and press it against my skin. But I stop. Why not just end all this pain now? Just one good slice and it won't have to hurt anymore.
I cry heaving sobs, wishing I had someone to care about me. Anyone to tell me I have something to live for. But in reality, I don't. I have nothing and no one. I slice my skin just so the pain helps me to think. But I can't stop think just one slice and it'll all me okay. I press it into my skin hard and  drag it across knowing I've cut the vain. It bleeds so much I lay down on the tile ground and feel my life ebb away. Then I hear someone enter. I hope they don't see the blood but what do I care? I close my eyes and hope that this is the last pain I ever feel...

Edd's  POV
You never expect to walk into a bathroom stall and see a jus bleeding to death. And not just any kid, Kevin. The kid every one torments. I drop to my knees and try to shake him. I lift his small body and his head flops back. My best friend Eddy comes in then.
"Yo sockhead what's- holy Fuck is that Kevin?!" he screams.
"Call 911 and get help!" I scream at him. He nods and gets out his phone leaving the bathroom. I look at his wrist and see multipule fresh cuts and scars. Jesus this kid, who knows how long he's been planning this. I feel for him. I never bullied him but I sure didn't slop anyone else for not doing so.
"Come on Kev, stay with me." I whispered to the bleeding ginger softly. I could feel his very faint heart beat and shallow breath.
A paramedic suddenly comes in and asks me to move. I do as I'm asked and back away. I watch as they wheel him away and I just hope the poor kid is alright...
Okay! How was that? Bad good? Haha well is he gonna live or die? Poor Kev... See you soon my lovelies!!