You Can't Save Me ~Septiplier~

7

Why? Why didn't I die? My eyes drifted to my arms. The long deep cuts had already clotted over and were no longer bleeding. They hurt like hell. Tears fell from my eyes, I was still alive. Still fucking alive. There was dried up blood all over me and on the floor next to me from where I passed out. I slowly got up, my body hurt so bad. After I managed to sit up, I started to try and stand. I grabbed on my dresser to help me balance. After standing for a few minutes and letting the nausea pass, I started to walk to my bathroom. I walked very slowly so I didn't puke everywhere. I got to the bathroom and went in. I grabbed a washcloth, got it wet, and went back to my room so I could clean up my floor.

After I finished cleaning, I grabbed some clothes, and went back to the bathroom. I put the now red washcloth in the hamper so I could wash it at a later time. I did the same with my bloody clothes and got in the shower. Once the water hit my arms, I yelled out in pain. I covered my mouth, hoping they didn't hear me. After a few seconds of silence, I took my hand off my mouth and put my arms back in the water, biting my lip so I wouldn't yell again. It hurt so bad to even slightly touch my arms, but I knew I had to get the cuts clean. Once again biting into my lip, I rubbed my arms with another rag, effectively making them burn, but still cleaning them. After getting the rest of my body clean, I got out and put my clothes on. I forgot to grab my hoodie, so I could see my cuts because I was wearing a t-shirt. I decided it would be best to bandage them, and did that before going back to my room, grabbing my hoodie and phone, and going downstairs.

I walked in the kitchen, coming face to face with Shane, my mom standing only a few feet behind him. "What the hell was that yell this morning? I almost cut my neck shaving! Are you stupid? You could have fucking killed me!" Shane yelled.

"U-um. I-I'm s-s-sorry." I said quietly, just hoping he would let me go to school.

My mom decided to join the conversation. "No you're fucking not! You're never sorry for these things." She smirked, she seemed like she wanted to say something horrible. "Is this the thanks I get for taking you in? After you're dad and stepmom died, and you're brother and dog went to your grandparents, who didn't even want you. After I took the mistake that is you when no one else wanted you, and you try to kill my boyfriend. Good job fag. You just made the biggest mistake of your pathetic life." My mom finished.

I was filled with rage. Before I knew what I was doing, I screamed at her. "THEY DIDN'T TAKE ME IN BECAUSE THEY WERE TIGHT ON MONEY AND I DIDN'T WANT TOM TO BE HERE WITH YOU! DON'T FUCKING SAY THAT ABOUT THEM WHEN THEY WERE MORE MORE OF A PARENT TO ME THEN YOU TWO EVER WERE! NO WONDER DAD DIVORCED YOU!" I screamed, my stutter gone as my rage took over.

My mother and Shane looked at me in pure shock, that was the first time I ever stood up to them. Shane's face twisted from shocked, to anger. His voice was alarmingly low and quiet. "Listen here fag, you will never speak to us like that again. We are a lot higher than some worthless, depressed, fat, ugly, mistake that no one wanted. Now, you need to be punished for this, and trust me, you're going to regret ever doing that." He said looking at my mom.

After a knowing look between them, Shane punched me. I stumbled back, but didn't fall. He took my stumbling as an opportunity to knee me in the stomach, I still didn't fall. If I fell, he would be able to kick me, and I wouldn't stand a chance of running. After quite a few more punches and knees in the stomach, I fell to the ground. That was where my mom joined in, her and Shane kicked me everywhere they could. It felt like it was going on for hours, when it was only a few minutes. My mom kicked me in the legs so I couldn't get up to even try to run.

After about 10 minutes of kicking, they finally stopped. Shane spit on me and said, "Now you know to never talk like that again. Get your ass to school. Be glad you decided to get your fat add up early today, otherwise you'd be late. Now go." He instructed me, before leading my mom out of the room and going into the living room.