Everythings Gone but the Pain Carries on

Hey guys, this is just a short story I wrote for English class and I really liked it so I said why not put it on WattPad :P. It's not that long so I decided to just put everything in one chapter but I hope you guys enjoy it. Baii, Dont forget to eat your skittles :P Also there are a lot of errors so forgive me 😂.
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Ps: Some of this story is based off of me :P
I opened my eyes. The bright light shone through the window that was next to my bed. As i sat up and rubbed my eyes, I took a look over at the clock that was on the stand next to my bed, I saw that the time was 6:23am. I sighed and thought about whether or not I should go to school. It was march and there was only a few months left until i graduated, so missing one day should be fine.

"Yunior! Get your ass up," I heard Papi yell from downstairs. Sometimes I wish Mami was still here. Ever since she died of breast cancer two years ago, my Papi just changed. He went from being this fun, loving person, to this mean, abusive asshole.

I got out of bed and walked downstairs to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and the horrible things people have said about me just came to my head. Too dark, too skinny, too smart for my own good. I pushed those thoughts out of my head and started to brush my teeth.

"Hurry up and get out of the bathroom," Rafa yelled as he banged on the door. I quickly brushed my teeth and took a short hot shower. I walked out of the bathroom and Rafa was standing by the door.

"It took you long enough," he said.

"At least I wanna be clean," I said back. He punched me on my arm arm and slammed the door as he walked into the bathroom. He smelled heavily of weed and I could tell he was smoking.

When Mami died Rafa didn't know what to do with himself. He started smoking weed, doing drugs, having sex with random girls, and he just wasn't himself anymore. Papi even caught him smoking once and he didn't even care. Sometimes it's like i'm the only normal one left in this family... or, am I?

I walked up to my room and locked the door once I got inside. I put on a pair of boxers and searched for an outfit. I decided that I was just going to put on my black jeans, with a black shirt, and my black Vans. I looked into the mirror on my wall to see how I looked. There was still a big crack in it from when I punched it the week after Mami died. I thought back to that day.

It was december, 2014. I sat in my room staring at the wall. My face was wet with tears. Was it... my fault. Did she stop fighting because I wasn't there for her? I got up and stood in front of my mirror. I looked at the ugly piece of shit standing there. Anger built up inside of me, and I couldn't hold it back anymore. I punched the mirror with all of my strength. It cracked and a piece of glass about half the size of my hand fell to the floor. It was as sharp as a knife. I picked it up and looked at it. I thought about how i could take away the pain and I knew exactly what I was about to do. I took the shard of glass in my hands and pressed it against my skin and slowly slit it, I watched as the blood poured down my arm. For some reason it just felt so good. I sat against the wall and I cried until I couldn't anymore.

I put on my black sweater and made sure it was covering my arms. It was 7:00 am now and I grabbed my bag and I left my house. As I walked outside it felt chilly, just my type of weather. I zipped up my sweater and started walking to school.

I got to school just on time. As I walked through the cafeteria to go upstairs to class I saw Thomas and all his stupid friends pointing at me and laughing. I ignored them and made my way to class. The first class I had was Trig, the one class I hated the most. Not because it was hard, but because of Thomas. He sits right next to me and bothers me every chance he gets. I walked into Mr. Harrison's room and took my seat in the back of the class. Thomas walked in 5 minutes late and as he walked past me he threw my book and my pens of my desk.