Hopeless and Broken

Chapter 3

Oliver's P.O.V.

The raven-haired boy made his way home, and thoughts ran through his head.

'Oh, no. What's going to happen when I get home?'

He shook his head furiously.

'Someone actually talked to me today. They didn't hit me, they didn't insult me, and they were really nice.'

"Amber..." He whispered. He remembered how her brunette, golden-tinged hair fell in loose curls down her shoulders. Her beautiful eyes, the color of the ocean, had golden rings wrapped snugly around the pupil. Oliver let the thoughts of his dad exit his mind, and he thought of Amber instead. Her voice, that flowed like silk, rang in his ears. He halted, looking down at his dirty Converse. A smile tugged at his lips, and he let it invade his expression. For once in his life, he felt happy. Genuinely happy.

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His mood changed the minute his foot made contact with the floor of his house.
"You're late." A malicious whisper sounded in his ear. He knew it was his father. The raven-haired male tensed up, bracing himself for the punishment. He let out a gasp when a sharp pain met his spine. His dad had punched him. Oliver fell to his knees, pain racking his entire body. His dad delivered many kicks to his stomach, and Oliver let out a choked sob, pleading with the man.
"Please. S-stop." His dad wouldn't listen. He continued to torture his son, until, at last, he finished his session and left him on the floor. Oliver lay in his own blood, hot tears running down his cheeks. He slowly pushed himself from the ground and stumbled to his room, shutting the door behind him. He made a beeline to the bathroom, grabbing his razor off the dresser along the way. He couldn't come up with any other way to relieve his stress. After what felt like centuries, he made it to his bathroom. He stood in front of the dirty mirror, staring at his reflection.

'Go ahead. Drag the blade across your skin like there's no tomorrow, you disgusting creature.'

The voice hissed in his mind. He complied, slowly bringing the blade across the pale skin that covered his wrist. He watched the blood drip down the sides of his forearm.

'Yes, yes. That's it. Continue. Add another cut for each of your flaws.'

One cut.
Worthless.

Another cut.
Ugly.

He continued to cut himself, hateful words chiming through his head as he listed all of the things wrong with him.

Stupid.

Ignorant.

Selfish.

Weak.

Quiet sobs escaped his lips.

Hopeless.

Broken.

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A/N: Sorry for the delay. The chapter's short. I have been working on it for a while, and I just decided to wrap it up. It's pretty crappy. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. I'll try and publish another chapter soon. Thanks.