I took a knife and cut myself just a little below my elbow. I smile when the blood runs down my arm. I smile because this is the only release I can get in this world.
I look around my new room not much but a bed, clock, blankets, pillows, and a dresser. I’ve been relocated to 3 different cities in the past 5 months.
Mostly because my dad would make a bad deal with a client at his job and we would be living in danger night after night. Sometimes they would throw rocks threw our windows saying “ready or not here I come.”
I notice that its 8:30 am I start to look through my dresser I pick out a plain black T-Shirt with gym shorts. Not the most fashionable outfit but I have to make due right?
A half an hour until that tiny little bus comes and takes me against my will to this god forsaken school. I ride the time little bus with the Special-Ed kids. My mom signed me up for it because she found me cutting myself and she was scared for my health blah blah.
8:45 I don’t understand why my dad doesn’t care about me I did nothing wrong did I? I walk out into the hall way and see plants everywhere.
“Mom move your plants somewhere else!” “Sorry honey!” “Don’t say sorry to did stupid boy, tell him to pick it up himself.” I hear my dad say.
I smell his “cooking” in the kitchen, it’s not the best, but I manage. I hear my stomach growl I rub it I’m extremely skinny weeks of not having food isn’t really exciting.
I could have had a better life but, it’s his entire fault. He’s the one making all the bad decisions!
8:55 I walk into the kitchen my dad hands me a brown bag. I put on my book bag. My mom hugs me when I leave I run outside. I see the bus pull up. I look through the bag on the way to the bus it’s all weed, pot, plants. Whatever, you want to call it. Someone has to make some money around here right?
