Soul's mark (C.A.L.M)

Part 3

(WARNING THIS CHAPTER MAY BE TRIGGERING)

I ran home. I ran so fast I didn't let my brain process what had happened. When I got through my front door I hunched over taking heavy breaths. I was exhausted. It was just like what my dad said would happen. My mum got up from the couch and rushed over to me.

"Are you okay sweetie?" She asked, clearly concerned with my exhaustion.

I couldn't help the tears after that. I was struggling to breathe, this was all too familiar.

(FLASHBACK)

"You're a disappointment!" my Dad screamed at me.

I was crying hard. He had just found out I was gay and he wasn't taking it to well. He raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face. I fell down, my cried turning into sobs as I lie on the ground.

"Of course my son is gay just my luck." He scoffed turning away.

"D-dad I'm sorry!"

He turned to me with a dark look on his face.

"You are nothing to me, do you understand!" he spat.

He bent down grabbing my wrist and pulling me up on my knees.

"Look at your soul mate mark too. I bet you have multiple soul mates, a faggot, and a whore!" he dropped me back on the ground before kicking me in the stomach. I cried out in pain. He just stormed out of the house leaving me on the floor.

I laid there, tears streaming down my face for what seemed like an eternity before my mum came home and found me. I told her what happened and she called the police. They came to our house and waited for my dad to arrive home but he never did.

(FLASHBACK END)

"Luke!"

My attention phased back to reality. My mother was staring at me, she looked scared. I furrowed my eyebrows looking down, she had my arms in her grip on either side of my body.

"What happened?" I asked confused, shrugging my arms a bit so we would let go. She got the hint and released me.

"You had a panic attack and were scratching at your arm. What happened?"

I remembered running away from Ashton's and the memories that flooded back into my brain of my dad. I looked down.

"I don't want to talk about it right now..." I looked up at her with pleading eyes.

She sighed and nodded. This wasn't the first time we had run into this situation, she knew I would come to her when I was ready. She was all I had.

I step past her and went up the stairs to my room. I was so tired, my brain was still tormenting me though. I shut my door and leaned against it, looking down at my left wrist. There were red claw marks on it. I wanted to add to it, I hadn't hurt myself in a year. I sighed and dragged myself into my connecting bathroom, stripping off my clothes. I stared at myself in the mirror. All my scars had faded so they were practically invisible. I could still see them if I looked. I probably deserved them anyway. I probably deserved to have scars all over my body. I never hated the way I looked. but whenever I had cuts on my body I could barely look at myself. that never stopped me from relapsing though I turned to my shower and grabbed my used razor out of it. I began fiddling with the little hooks in it until three little blades fell out and chimed on the floor. I picked them all up and sat down on my toilet. I moved them around in my hand, watching the light reflect off of them. I didn't want to do this again but I felt like I was on auto-pilot. I couldn't control my body anymore. I put the rest of the blades on the sink next to me and then pushed the other one into my thigh. I started to drag it across when something in my mind clicked and I managed to stop myself. No. I was not going to do this to myself again I had already fucked up enough in the past couple of hours. I quickly moved the blade away from my skin and stood up, dropping it in the toilet. I grabbed some toilet paper and wrapped the other two in it, dropping them in as well. I wanted to make sure they all flushed.