I'm So Sorry

chapter 1

Me: The media is not ours, BTW that's the main character, Eric firelaw. Don't ask why I named him that, I have no fucking clue. anyway, comment, vote, and add to your reading list. Now read on, lil readers!

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Eric's POV.

Hey, my names Eric. I'm about one minute away from death. My boyfriend is screaming in my ear not to leave him. That we belong together. It sounds as if I'm listening through a thick sheet of glass. It's getting quieter, and quieter.

But, hey! While I'm waiting, I might as well tell you how I got here. Through my shitty life. Explain what happened to me to push me to the point of suicide.

It started a really long time ago, but I don't think I have that long to explain. So I'll start from when things started to change.

To when he came. And changed, EVERYTHING.

3 months earlier.

"ERIC GET YOUR IDIOTIC, BITCH, ASS DOWN HERE!" my father screams at me from downstairs.

I roll out of bed and throw on some sweat pants, and a T-shirt. I don't bother to get ready for the day yet. It will just get ruined, and I'll have to redo everything before I head to school.

Walking down the stairs, I see my father screaming at my mom. She had blood running down her cheek. She looks up at him, and I see a gash right next to her eyebrow, on her temple.

She spots me and frantically shakes her head. My dad noticed, and looks at me. He drops the grip he had on my mother's hair, and she falls to the ground, sobbing.

Mouth widening into a sinister smile, he walks up to me, grabing me harshly by the ear. He pulls the lit cigarette out if his mouth. Knowing the drill, I brace myself for the incoming burn.

Leaning my head forward, my father laughs. "Submissive little shit." He grinds the lit end of his cigarette into the back of my neck.

I let out a small wimped if pain as he lifts me by my hair. Looking into his eyes, I scowl. "Your a disgusting excuse for a father. And a husband." I spit in his face.

His eyes widen at this. He starts laughing. " THERE YOU ARE!" he throws me across the room, and my back hits the wall. "I WAS STARTING TO THINK YOU GAVE UP ALREADY!"

His smile widens as he walks over to me. Lifting me up by the collar of my shirt, he lands several hits on my stomach, then let's go.

I cough out a bit of blood as I hit the ground. Hard. I roll into a fetal position with tears in my eyes. My father starts to kick my back using the heel of his boot.

Eventually he gets tired and walks away, kicking my mom in the calf as he leaves to work. "Your both useless." He mutters, walking out the door.

My mom crawls over to me, and pulls me into her lap. She has tears flowing down her face as she mumbles out a string of apologies.

I sit up, grunting from the effort. Mom flinches as she sees the dead look in my eyes. I struggle to stand upright. I drag mom into the bathroom, motioning for her to sit on the toilet seat lid.

She sits down, her sobbing just whimpering now. I grab the first aid from under the sink, and grab a rag, wetting it. We say nothing as I dab at her wound, cleaning up the blood. After I patch up her cut, I head to my room.

I go through my dresser to find some clothes, and head back to the bathroom. Walking in, I see mom had left. I smile a small bit to myself and get undressed.