I went to the schools bathroom before it closed to clean myself up before I went home.
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When I got home I had a list of chores to do before my parents got home. Luckily I finish my homework in class so I didn't have to worry about it. About more than half way through my chores I got a text.
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Unknown number : hey its Alec😅
Mason👌🏼: o hey
Alec😻: whacha doin
Mason👌🏼: chores but I'm taking a short brake how about u?
Alec😻: nothing. Let's play a game
Mason👌🏼: okay sure what game?
Mason👌🏼: wait my mum just texted me saying she's on her way home and I still need to finish my chores 😒so text me around 7 I should be done by then🙂
Alec😻:☹️ ahh ok bai
End of text
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I finish putting away the last dish before my mom got home. She came in with groceries and I started to put them up.
"Mason?" She asked looking at me
"Yes mom?"
"Why does your shirt have blood on it and why are your walking with a limp? I know your father isn't home because he was at a meeting and he's flying out to California right now but he'll be back in 2 days."
"Umm," I can't tell her that I'm being bullied so I need to think of something fast. " I was racing down a hill with the new kid at school today and I tripped and fell. I didn't really think anything of it but I guess I might have cut my stomach."
"Oh let me see if your okay." She said Reaching for the hem of my shirt.
"Oh no mom, I'm just gonna to take a shower and then take a short nap because I'm kinda tired." I said trying not to show her my stomach.
"Well okay, get some rest I will wake you up when dinner is ready." She yelled at me but I was already up the stairs.
I went upstairs, got my clothes and brought my phone in the bathroom with me. I took off my clothes and took a shower
I let the hot water run down my face and tried to relax. Just like everyone else I think in the shower. But unlike everyone else my thoughts aren't good for me. I think of all the bad things in my life-about myself. But I just couldn't take it.
After my shower I lifted up my shirt and started to put medicine on the cuts on my stomach. Since I have my own personal bathroom I can keep all of my medical things in the drawer without my parents questioning why i have them.
When I was finish I looked at my shirtless body. I could see black and blue bruises on my chest and stomach. I saw the cuts I'm made on my stomach that said 'faggot', 'worthless', 'fat', 'ugly'. I looked at my wrist that had old scars and new cuts in them.
*flashback*
My dad had just come home, and it was almost 1:30 am. I could tell he was drunk because he was yelling jumbled up words.
"MASON," he yelled "GET YOUR ASS DOWWNN HERE RIGHT NOW!"
I got up fast from my bed knowing I would get In trouble if I didn't.
As soon as I got downstairs I was pushed against one of the walls in the living room.
"Why couldn't you be my dream son why did you have to be a gay faggot?" He said choking me.
"I'm sorry" I whispered
"What did you say?!?" My dad yelled pushing me to the ground.
I closed my eyes as I cought my breath and started to cry.
"I SAID WHAT DID YOU SAY" my dad yelled again making me jump.
"I-im s-sorry" I tried to studded but I broke into a sob.
"You need to grow a pair and man up. Stop crying like the little bitch you are. Go to your room I never want to see you again."
"Yes sir" I said shaking as i went to my room.
Sadly my mom had to work another shift at the hospital so she wasn't there to tend to my wounds.
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I felt a tear role down my cheek snapping me out of my flash back. I went to the drawer below my medicine and pulled out a razor blade and started to cut 'worthless' on my thigh.
I clean my self up but didn't put a band aid on it because I ran out.
