Broken and bruised

This is my fist fanfic I've ever written hope you like it (:

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Alex's POV:

Waking up to the screaming fight and abuse of your father is never comforting. "get the fuck out of bed you fat worthless piece of shit" Jamie, my father, screams from the living room as I open my eyes holding on to only two hours of sleep. I shoot up out of bed check the clock and rush to my bedroom door. I walk out into the hallway that's only lit by the sunlight shinning threw the half opened window, and head to the bathroom trying not to make eye contact with my father. I take a look in the mirror and am disgusted. I take off my clothes toss them into the corner of the bathroom and jump into the steaming shower. Before I could even start to shampoo my hair I become lost in my unpleasant thoughts and flash backs.

I hear a knock on the door followed by a muffled yell "lets go bitch I have to get in the shower hurry the fuck up" I nearly jump out of the shower.

"Okay I'm sorry" I answer back.

I turn off the water grab a towel dry myself off and throw on a pair of black sweats and white t shirt. I storm to my room holding back my tears triggered by flash back of my father beating me till I couldn't move. I search frantically for my blades but I can't find them. I reach in my book bag and pull out a pencil sharpener. Trying not to make any noise i put it on the floor and step on it crushing the plastic so the blade fall out. I pick up the blade, put it to my skin and smoothly slide it across my already scared wrist. The blood starts to drip and trickle down my wrist and hand. My eyes become blurry with tears and I cut again and again and again. right as I'm about to make a fifth cut I'm interrupted by a kick at my bedroom door...