You had your chance

Chapter 4

*skips to lunch*
I start eating a sandwich but don't finish it. I go out side and climb a tree. What if I jus died or disappear, I don't want to do this anymore. "What doesn't kill you makes you wish you were dead.
Got a hole in my soul, growing deeper and deeper...I'm not okay, and it's not alright...Who will fix me now? Dive in when I'm down?
Save me from myself, don't let me drown.
Who will make me fight? Drag me out alive?...What doesn't destroy you, leaves you broken instead...'Cause you know that I can't do this on my own..." I close my eyes and slows fall asleep to the voice of Oliver.
*hours later*
I wake up. It's 7:39. Eh it's not like my parents give two fucks. I climb down the tree and walk home. I open the door. "Where the hell have you been?" My father glares at me. "No where" I mumble. He gets more angry. "SPEAK UP." I glare at him. "No where, it's not like you care anyways." He gets angrier if that's even possible. My mother walks in. "That is no way to talk to your father." I glare at her. "It doesn't matter how I talk to him. It's not like he acts like a real father." He slaps. "Don't fucking talk to us like that. You useless piece of shit. Get your ugly ass in your room. No food." I straighten up. "The fuck I look like. Your pet?" I walk out the house, my parents (if I can even call them that) yelling at me to go back there. I jus continue walking. I need to get away from here. I walk to the nearest park. I climb on top of the monkey bars. If you haven't notice I like climbing stuff. Life is so hard. Ever since he left, everything went down hill. He left me here with this people. I stare at the sky, and before I know it. I'm crying my eyes out. Someone taps my shoe. I look over at who it is. It's a little kid. I get off, "hey kid, what's your name?" He smiles at me. "My name is John. What's yours?"
I smile at him. "I'm ever. Want me to play with you?" He smiles brightly. "Yes!! Everyone is so mean to me."
I frown at him. "What do you mean?" His smile starts fading. "Well in school I get bullied and my mommy well she went heaven." I sit down and hug him. "What happen to your mommy?" He starts crying a little bit. "She had lines on her hands," he looks at my arms, "just like yours, she said that everything was too much and that she loved me and then she closed her eyes and went too sleep." I hug him tighter. "Who do you live with little John?" He looks at me. "I live in the orphanage."
"How old are you?" He holds up his fingers. "I'm 2 years old." He smiles a toothy smile. "What are you doing here?"
"Well kids in the orphanage were making fun of me so I ran here." I look at him sadly. "Well let's play for a little but and then we'll get you to the orphanage, ok?" He nods and pulls me to the slide.