It's Too Late (Septiplier)

6.

Hey guys a little warning before this goes on. It's going to get weird and quite fucked up so just bear with me for a little bit.

~Jack~

I sat in the corner of the art room and wept silently. Everything that I tried to hold onto was now in everyone else's hands. Every piece of a secret I kept was now to be ripped apart by the people who hand out the words, deal out the demons. Each of those demons fill up a space of me that used to hide my secrets.

I am now afraid. I am always afraid.

The day moves faster because I can't see it coming anymore. That's because I rarely look up anymore. All I see are slow moving feet and not the faces that whisper the language of the demons.

The day is only half over as I drag my heavy feet down the sidewalk and towards the house. I look and an unfamiliar car is parked outside the house. I walk in slowly and quietly, hoping to not gain the attention of my father. I got my wish, I didn't get the attention of my father, I got the attention of someone else.

It was a woman who looked skanky as all hell. Long hair that seemed to be dyed blonde, ugly green eyes that seemed the color of vomit, super tan skin that looked almost like leather, and over all she seemed extremely fake. The unbelievable body structure supported that. The extremely large boobs and had a booty to match. The extreme curve of her hips and the obvious plastic surgery done on her nose. She wore booty shorts and a cut off tight t-shirt that exposed a ton of cleavage. She also had makeup caked on her face. She disgusted me and apparently pleased my father quite well.

"Like, I didn't know you had a son," she called to my father. He came over and looked at me.

"I thought I told you to get out of here!" He yelled at me. I backed away from him and coward by the door. My father didn't approach me but the woman did.

"Aww your so cute. Afraid of your daddy? And wearing a women's sweater?" She was making fun of me wasn't she. Then my father spoke up.

"Hey, can you do something for me?" my father asked the woman.

"What is it?" Before my father answered he took a drink of beer that he had been holding. It was obvious that he was quite drunk.  

"Can you fuck this little faggot? If you fuck him he won't be gay anymore," my father asked pointing to me, "I'll pay you extra."  I stood there in shock as she started over to me. I tried to push her away as but she grabbed onto me and dragged me up to my room and locked the door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Time skip because I am not going to go into what happened. Use your imagination).

I lay in my bed shaking and crying. I shivered as I only had my boxers on and tears leaked onto my pillow. My father had convinced himself that if that happened then I wouldn't be gay. He was wrong. That was awful. I am scared.

I remember that my mother loved me for the way I was when I told her. That's why dad left us too. When he heard me say that he was done he was out he left for no other reason than that his son was a faggot and his wife loved her son the way he was.

When she died however, I was sent from Ireland to my father, who lived in America. Then he made fun of that kid who he was supposed to take care of and now look where I've gotten. I'm shivering and crying in my bed on a Friday night dressed only in my boxers. I've got no friends and a lot of demons. I couldn't sleep. I'm too afraid to.

Finally the sun shone through the blinds in my room and I was still shaking in my bed with dried up tears on my face. I sat up and slid off my bed onto my floor and grabbed some clean clothes and rushed to the bathroom. I turned on the water in the shower and slipped off my boxers. I climbed into the shower still feeling disgusting from the night before.

I tried to wash it away but couldn't. I still felt disgusting after I stepped out of the shower. I started to dress myself in some clean boxers, ripped black skinny jeans and a plain black t-shirt. I then caught sight of myself in the mirror and asked myself,

"How do you kill a demon if it's inside of you?"

 I opened the drawer to grab my brush and something caught my eye. A razorblade. Maybe, just maybe, this can kill the demon. I pick it up and look at it. Sharp. I look at my wrist and dig the blade in before I can think of the consequences.

Disgusting...
Fat...
Ugly...
Worthless...

With every cut, the demons whispered a word into my ears. The cuts stung yet felt so good. I cut and cut until my skin could no longer be seen under the blood that covered it. I put down the blade and started to clean up the mess I made. I cleaned off my arm and wrapped it up in some bandages. I then cleaned off the blade and I cleaned the floor as my arm had dripped some blood onto it.

Once everything had been cleaned up I decided I wasn't going to stay in the house with my father and her  any longer than I had to. I went to my room, grabbed a sweatshirt and my phone and snuck out the front door. 

I walked slowly around for awhile not entirely sure where I was going. I just moved on the almost empty sidewalk and tugged on my left sleeve occasionally, just to make sure that the bandages are unable to be seen.

Soon my walk ended up with me nearing town where shops lined every street and people scattered about everywhere. I didn't turn back though. I kept on walking and took in the sight that was in front of me.

The shops were intimidating yet pleasing to look at. Everyone going in and out and the lights of the signs were bright as the day seems to get darker. I sigh. I don't belong here, but I don't really belong anywhere else either. 

As I walk past a small coffee shop, something catches my eye. There was a sign that said 'help wanted'. I decided to check it out. If I get a job then I could get out of the house for awhile and hopefully it will distract me from my other problems for at least a little while. Why not try? I'm old enough to have a job and I could always use a little more money than I have now. So, I build up my courage and walk inside.

I walk up to the front and the man behind the counter asked,

"What do you want?"

"I saw the sign outside and..."I started but he but in.

"So you want a job? The only slot we have open right now is taking and making people's orders. If you want it then you have to have a bit of background."

"Well I have been making coffee on my own for quite awhile now."

"Show me," he said gesturing to a coffee machine behind him. I walked behind him and started to brew up some coffee in the pot. I then poured him a cup. He took a sip and seemed to approve.

"You're hired, and how did you know I liked it black?"

"Because that's the way I like it," I said quietly. He nodded and asked,

"Do you think you can show up tomorrow at 10 am?"

"I'd love to."

Hey guys so yeah I decided to end this on a semi happy note after all that weird shit went down, yeah I don't know either. Honestly I kind of just had an idea pop into my head when I was writing this so that happened. Also, I have no idea about coffee ok guys? I don't drink it because I think it tastes disgusting,  I can't even stand the smell of it sooo yeah, don't expect me to know how to make coffee. I hope you guys enjoyed and thanks for reading.