The Bad Boy's Games

Chapter 13

"No! No no no no no don't do it!!!!!!!"

I screamed I shouted I sobbed and the tears raced down my face like there was no tomorrow. My eyes were puffy and my clothes were tattered. Random objects were scattered across my bedroom floor, and I didn't care.

"NOOOOOO!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

No one was home. No one could hear me. BUT THAT'S THE FRIGGIN PROBLEM! No one EVER hears me, and slowly, everyday, I was dying. But no one cared. Just because I had a smile plastered on my face didn't mean that I was really torn, breaking and being pulled apart by unimaginable problems. My family needed help. My friends don't even trust me. I'm DIFFERENT. I'm weak. I don't belong with anyone , ever.

"NO!" I sobbed, "STOPPP!!!" I screamed at myself. I just wanted to die. I want it all to stop. For the pain to go away. The pain that I've had since I was 7. Since my father passed away. Since I died on the inside, and changed forever.

I collapsed onto the floor with my head spinning and my hands clutched into fists.

"Just let me go. Just stop" I whispered, letting the tears fall across my face. I didn't know who I whispered to. I just did, hoping that someone was listening out there. But of course, no one was. They never do.

I sobbed and sobbed and screamed and I bet all my friends would think I'm some weird freak but even words could not describe the terrible pain I felt, that if i told a single soul, everyone would turn against me.

I banged my fists onto the floor and pulled my now tangled hair and sobbed and cried until I couldn't do anything else but fall asleep, sprawled out on the floor of my bedroom in this crazy, short world.