The Broken Ones (Cake FanFiction)

Chapter 2

•Calum's POV•

Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut.

I pick up the razor and drag it across my wrist. The blood trickles down my arm, slowly. I couldn't care though. There was too much guilt.

I was the one that killed my dad. It was all my fault. I was the reason why my dad had died. He's dead because of me. It's my fault that the car crashed so it's my fault my dad is no longer here.

My mum left me. She says it's my fault and I of course believe her. So i'm alone. Everyday of my life I go to school in so much agony and pain. I'm the 'bad boy' at school. Yeah, I have tattoos and I smoke. But that doesn't mean I'm not broken.

I have some friends at school though, but everyone is mostly scared of me.

My sister, Mali-Koa and I still stay in touch. She's about one of the only people that don't actually hate me. She's there if I need someone to talk to.

I don't talk to her much though. I don't want to disrupt her life. She doesn't deserve that.
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I go over to my first aid kit like I always do, and cover up the fresh cuts.

I wince in pain, but nonetheless cover them up and pull down my sleeves showing no evidence.

I grab the only thing that can keep me somewhat calm. My cigarettes.

I step outside and pull one out, lighting it and inhaling.
People say it's bad and should never be done, but honesty it helps. I blow the smoke past my lips and into the air.

I always do this after cutting or to sometimes get some time away from my terrifying thoughts.

I finish my cigarette and throw it in the ground making sure to step on it. I shove my hand deep inside my pockets. I look up at the sky and the moon that is about overhead.

I look down, walking along the sidewalk like I do about everyday.

I follow the gravel path that leads to my safe haven in the forest. I find my spot on a hill.

I sit there with my earbuds in. I pull out another cigarette not feeling numb enough.

I inhale the smoke and sigh in pleasure. This is my nightly routine.

Cut, Patch up cuts, smoke, walk, Safe haven. No sleep.

This is the only way I know how to deal with my guilt.

No matter how much I want to get my mind out of the dark place, I can't. My mind goes back to the horrible events of my father's death.

"Dad can we go to the park and play some footie?" (Soccer) I ask.

"Yeah son. Go get ready and we can head out." My dad answers.

I run up to my room and throw on a pair of shorts and a muscle shirt. I grab the football (soccer ball) and come down the stairs seeing my dad ready to go. I kiss my mum's cheek waving goodbye.

"Bye mum! See ya to tonight. Now cmon dad."

I hop into the drivers seat of the car being able to drive. I wait for my dad to get in and then I start the car.

He turns the radio on and we both start singing to the rock music like we always did.

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I remember winning the football game and being so happy to finally beat my dad. I was so determined to be a great football player.

"That was a great game dad! I beat you for once!" I  say excitedly, going to the drivers side.

"Yeah, yeah. Good game Cal."

I laugh and pull out of the parking spot and pull onto the road.

Things happen so fast. I remember seeing the other car and everything being a blur.

A speeding silver car, sped past the stop sign and hit us full force.

I woke up in a hospital room, panicking until everything hit me. Everything that occurred earlier that day came flooding to my mind, like it does most days.

I try to get up from the uncomfortable bed but that sets off an alarm. Nurses come rushing in to try and make me stay but I only fought them. I wanted to see what happened to my father.

I continued to fight against the nurses until blackness over takes me. I was sedated.

The last thing I remember hearing was," David Hood: Death at 5:53 PM."

I wasn't injured much on the outside, but I felt like I was dying on the inside. I felt like all the air inside me was gone.
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After that all happened, my mum leaving me, I noticed a scar from the accident on my hand.

I needed to find a way to hide it. So, I got a tattoo that said 'DSH.' Those were my dad's initials. I got that so I would always have a reminder of my dad.

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I get out of the trap, also know as my thoughts. Tears are stinging my eyes but I can't cry. I've cried so much that I begin to wonder if I have ran out of tears. I don't dare let them spill onto my cheeks.

I get up from my spot on the hill and trudge my way back to my house. I got left with our family house and I honestly wish I didn't. Too many memories.

I arrive at the front door and shove the door open, not caring. I slam it shut and lock it. I grab an apple from the fridge and go upstairs to my bedroom.

I shut my door and slide down it. I glance over at the clock and it's 4:24 AM.

"God damnit." I groan, knowing that I will be getting little or no sleep for the awful day at school.

I hesitantly get up from my spot on the floor. I pullback my covers and jump into the cold bed. I pull the cover up to my chin and snuggle into the blankets.

"I'm sorry.." I whisper.

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HAI! It's Mikayla and it's the 2nd chapter. This was Calum's back story. He's had a rough time..chapters should get Longer.

Hopefully you enjoyed. Thanks for reading!

-Mikayla (Obsessed) :)