"What a freak, he probably cuts for attention."
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I quietly entered our house in small steps and tried to make no sound.
"Where have you been?"
I stopped walking and turned around to face my dad. I rubbed the back of my head and looked down.
"I went for a walk," I stuttered. There was silence before my dad walked up to me.
"Thomas!," my mom's voice suddenly screamed. My dad snapped his gaze away from me and looked at mom.
"Reed, go to your room," mom ordered as she glared at dad with her eyes.
I nodded my head and slowly walked up the stairs.
"You never listen!," I heard mom scream, halfway trough the stairs.
I sighed and shook my head.
They do this everytime.
They never stop.
I went inside my room and went in, locking the door behind me.
I layed on my bed and tried to stop the tears from coming out.
"Shut up!," I heard my dad scream from downstairs.
I shook my head, stood up and went in my bathroom.
I opened my drawer and grabbed what I was looking for.
I went back inside my room and grabbed a paper and a pen.
I hurried back in my bathroom and closed the door after me.
'You never looked deeper. You never listened.'
I wrote on the paper. I folded it and placed it beside me.
I grabbed the blade and stared at it, my mind clouding with thoughts.
This is it.
I'll stop trying.
Nobody cares.
No point in trying, no one will listen anyway.
They'll just keep judging you.
