Bye...

First and last chapter...

I sat on the edge of the tub and looked down at the blood dripping from my arm and down on the porcelain white bathtub.

The long cuts on my arm heaped of pain, but I didn't care.

The pain was the reason I did it.

When I looked down at my arm and felt the pain, it was like paying the world back for being such an ugly and stupid little fagot.

*Someone knocks on the door*

"Is anyone out there," my mother said through the door.

"Yes, I'm out here" I replied.

"sweetie, you've been out there very long," my mother said.

"I'm going to take a shower, just leave me alone" I replied annoyed.

I could hear my mother's footsteps as she walked down the stairs.

I took the razor up and cut down into my skin, slowly and painfully, and again looked at the blood that fell to the tub.

***

* Weeks later *

"What up dickhead" a boy from my school class said, when I passed him in the hallway, but I didn't answer, I just continued walking.

"Is the little ugly faggot afraid to answer" the boy said with a smile and started to follow me.

Two of his friends saw it and they also began to follow me.

"What's wrong fag" one of the other boys said, but I kept not responding and instead fled into the boy's bathroom, but they just followed.

"Do you think you are tough," one of them said and kicked me hard, while the two other boys and held me.

It hurt like hell and but they didn't let go of me.

I fell on the floor and screamed in pain, but they just laughed.

They all started kicking me and I couldn't do anything.

***

I opened the door, ran up the stairs to my room and threw me on the bed.

I began to cry into my pillow. I lay there until nothing mattered anymore.

I got up and slowly walked towards the bathroom.

I could hear my heart beat louder than ever.

I held on both sides of the sink and looked into the mirror.

The figure that looked back at me was an unrecognizable person.

When I looked at the person, I could see a person som never would never fit in.

I opened the drawer and took the razor up, the urge to remove the pain was eating me up inside.

I cut down into my skin with the razor. The feeling of pain made me forget about the pain I was going through every day.

The blood came streaming. I got up and went over to the white tile wall.

I dipped my finger in the blood on my arm and placed my finger on the wall.

I wrote the letters B, y, e on the wall with the thick red blood and sat down against the tub.

I cut down into my skin again but this time deeper.

Then everything became dark.