You Can't Save Me ~Septiplier~

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*beep, beep, bee-*
I slammed my hand down on my alarm clock as hard as I could, hoping to break it. I slowly opened my tired eyes and focused on my ceiling.
Please, god, don't let them be home.
I stood up and got dressed as quickly as I could. I walked as quietly down the hall as possible. When I reached the bathroom, I turned the handle, walked in, and shut the door. I let out a small sigh of relief and closed my eyes. I opened my eyes and stared at the reflection in the mirror.
Fat
Ugly
Disgusting
Kill yourself
The voices filled my head completely. There's only one way to get them to stop. I opened the medicine cabinet and moved the bandaid box over a bit, before reaching inside and grabbing my razor. I slowly pulled up the sleeves of my hoodie, reveling the evidence from last night. I put the razor to my wrist and sliced, the voices become only a dull ache in the back of my head. I continued to cut my arms until there was no space left to cut on them. I rinsed some water on my arms and cleaned the cuts. I put my razor back in the cabinet, satisfied.

I once again stared at my mirror. I ran my hand through my red hair, hating the way I looked. Out of my horrible appearance, my eyes looked the worse. They were dull, lifeless, not the bright brown color they used to be. I went to check the time on my phone, when I realized I left it in my room.

I once again opened the door, looking into the hallway. It was empty. I walked quietly to my room and grabbed my phone off its charger. When I looked at the time, I realized that I was going to be late for school. I tip-toed my way down our stairs.

When I saw the door, I thought I was going to get out without seeing them. I was wrong. I heard a voice from behind me, "Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

I turned to see my mother and her boyfriend standing there, staring at me. "I-I'm g-going to sch-school."

My mothers boyfriend, I think his name is Shane, grabbed my arm and said, "Not without a beating you're not. You forgot to pick up the beer bottles from the floor last night. You need to be punished."

I only looked to the floor, trying not to cry as I heard my mother come behind me. Shane punched me in the stomach, and punched my face repeatedly. I tried my hardest not to fall to the floor so I wouldn't be kicked, but I eventually fell to the ground. When my mother and Shane started kicking me, I heard my mom start talking, "You're such a fucking mistake. I never wanted you. You should just go kill yourself, no one would care. Or better yet, why don't you go cut yourself? You're so fucking weak. I wish you would just die already." It took a few minutes, but they eventually stopped hurting me.

I stood up, trying not to cry as I let my mothers words sink in. As I limped to go get my book bag, I realized just how right she is. No one would care if I died, I don't have any friends, my mom hates me, what's the point? Maybe I should just kill myself. I picked up my phone and once again looked at the time, I knew I was going to be late, but I still went as fast as I could down the sidewalk, trying to get to the school. When I finally made it, I tried to cover my limp and walk normal. I've done it a thousand times before, so it wasn't that hard.

I was just about to reach my locker when I heard the one person I didn't want to hear at the moment, "Hey fag, why are you so late? You missed the morning beating." I heard Wade say. I wish they didn't know I was gay, then they wouldn't bully me so much. I didn't reply and just looked at the ground. I felt Wade push me against the lockers, "Why aren't you dead? You're just a waste of space. You don't deserve to live."

I felt a few tears start prickling my eyes, I quickly blinked them away hoping Wade didn't see. He just looked at me and laughed as he added some more bruises to my body.

When he finally stopped and walked away, it was already half-way through my first period class. I decided to just skip it and sit on the floor, hoping to reduce the pain. As I was looking around, I saw a green blob waking towards me. Jack. I got up as fast as I could and tried to hide from him. I was too late. I heard his beautiful voice ask me, "Hey, are you okay? You don't look too good."