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Kellins POV-i quietly walk through my house after school, hoping to god my dad won't notice. I head for the stairs as silent as possible, but my bag lightly brushes against one of the wooden dining chairs on the way. I hear my father angrily stomp towards me.fuck,fuck,fuckkk.
"oh look who it is, the pathetic faggot called my son." His voice is filled with venom that freezes me in place. "Why can't you be straight huh." His fist collides with my face sending my body flying to the ground.I wince in pain and try to curl in a balll to protect as much as my body as possible.His steel toed boots roughly come into contact with my back multiple times making me cry out loudly and try to protect my back."YOU FUCKING PATHETIC SHIT. YOUR THE REASON YOU'RE MOM LEFT, SHE FUCKING HATED YOU. THANKS A LOT FUCKING KILL YOURSELF AND DO ME A FAVOR." With that he started bashing my ribs, hard.I managed to crawl to my feet and get up stumbling lightly, and run as fast as I can up the stairs to my room. I sigh quietly and lock the door and sob lightly. I walk over to my drawer and pull out a small box. I wish for this all to end.I pull out a razor and begin to tug at my skin.
~.why am I here.. Why am I alive if all I do is disappoint people.. 1...2..3..4.5..
Everyone fucking hates me I'm a piece of fucking shit...678910... Kill yourself..11..12..13..14... Fag..15..16..17..18....~
No you know. I'm done. I'm really done.
After writing a note to my only friend Justin I pulled on a hoodie and snapback and climbed out my window. I sighed lightly as the cool air hit my pale face,it's beginning to get dark as I walked to the only place I know anyone rarely went. There's this old bridge by the park that... My mom used to take me to..I began crying again this time.. Hard.I came up to the bridge sighing softly as my crying subsided. I sat on the edge thinking as I subconsciously ran my fingers on and off of it.I felt someone watching me, I looked to my side numbly to see a teen boy beside me a tear stained face.I didn't notice him look at me because I was so lost In his features that I almost didn't hear him whisper..
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Have you ever really danced on the edge.
