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Têachers Pēt~I'll Just Die~3

Alexander's POV

I felt a sudden hard slap across my face. It pulled me out of my dream world.

"Where have you been?"
I turned around to see who it was. It was George. He was staring straight at me clenching his fists. "Tsk" I glared at him not saying anything. My jaw clenched and my cheek burned from where he hit me. "Are you deaf boy?!", he yelled. Silence. I still said nothing. He grabbed my hair and dragged it down towards him. Before I could react, I was on the floor gasping for air. He had punched me in the stomach. Hard. He then started kicking me multiple times. Not caring where his feet landed. I used my hand to cover my head to prevent any damage there. "You goin answer me now you lil fucker?!", he spat. I coughed. The hits were rough. I haven't healed from the damage from yesterday so my wounds reopened and I started to bleed.
"Hey! Get up off the fucking floor and don't stain it with your whoring mothers blood you bitch!", he barked.
I shot up immediately. No one talks about my mother that way. I grabbed the pen I had in my pocket and rushed forward, pain and all. I brought my hand forward and the next thing I heard was his terrible screeching. He had his hand over his eye where I stabbed him with the pen. He was about to hit me when my mother rushed forward. She managed to calm him down and convinced him to let her clean his wound.
I stood by the door. I was told not to move. Normally I would, but he threatened to kill my mother. The bastard! After what felt like hours, he came back towards me; all cleaned up and 'breathing'. Lucky scumbag! I was led towards a sound proof room(which he installed once we moved) and had me take off my clothes.
"So what do you say you little shit! Ready to have some fun?" "Sick bastard", I muttered under my breath, which I take he heard me because of his next move.
He took a thin rope and wrapped it around my neck choking me. After he had had enough and I had stopped retaliating, he tied the rope on my hands to the ceiling. He had a wire in his hand. I looked up at him, knowing what's coming next.
"I think I need to reteach you some manners boy", he said with his  teeth grinding together. He began hitting me with the wire. Over and over again. It felt long. I felt tired and in pain. He stopped. It was finally over, I thought. But instead he left me in the room for an hour bleeding. My body felt on fire. The wire he used had started to peel off some of my skin and I couldn't help the tears forming in my eyes.
He came back and started whipping me with the wire again. He did the same thing over and over. He whipped me, left me for an hour and came back.
After a while my mother came in the room. She pulled the rope that tied my hands to the ceiling and helped me to my room. She dressed, disinfect and bandaged my wounds.
I looked at her and she smiled. Her smile was really fake now. Anyone could see that she's forcing it. I saw that she had bruises on her face and her chest. Fresh ones. It seemed he left me for an hour to beat my mother and come back. Doing the same thing continuously.
God I hated that man. What did my mom and I ever do to deserve this?
After she had finished, she kissed my forehead and left the room. I looked at the alarm clock beside my bed and saw that it was 15 past 12. I hadn't had anything to eat since lunch. The bastard did this to us for over nine hours. I felt bitter. I sour taste took over my mouth. I began to cry. I couldn't stop the tears. My throat was dry. My voice silent but still the tears came. Why am I so useless? Everything's my fault. Maybe if I wasn't born my mother wouldn't have to be going throw this. What did I do to deserve this? I don't deserve to live. I don't want to live. Not anymore. I can't take it. I want to die. I need to die. I should just go die! I slowly got up and head towards the bathroom in my room. I locked the door behind me and took out the small pocket knife I had hidden under the sink. I slit both my wrists. I could feel the blood pouring out. The pain I couldn't feel. My body felt numb. I walked towards the shower, got in and turned on the cold water. I sat there. Just waiting. Waiting to die. Waiting for death to take me in its sweet embrace.
I closed my eyes and all I saw was darkness. It was quiet. It felt nice. Even hell itself (if there is a hell) would feel better than this. I'd rather burn in hell for all eternity than this.
To watch my mother suffer. To be abused by a man for no reason. Running from one place to the next. To live like this. No one deserved this. To not feel alive; to not feel loved. Love. Do I know love? What is love?  I don't know what it means, or what it feels like.
Jay's face flashed in my mind. I blushed. I remembered all of today and recalled every sound of his deep voice. I felt hot. My face felt like it was burning. Even thou I had the cold water on. Wait a minute. Is that love? Do I love Mr Saunders, my teacher? As I tried to gather my thoughts I heard the alarm in my room go off. It was 7:00. Time to get ready for school.
BeepBeepBeep. BeepBeepBeep.
"Turn that fucking alarm clock off you fucking retard". I weakily got up, turned it off and went back to the bathroom. I looked at my self in the mirror. I was pale. I started to sneeze. That's what I get for staying into the shower all night. I took my wet clothes off, turned the hot water on and just let it run over my body; warming me up. After I was done. I brushed my teeth, dryed my hair, redo the bandages.
I stared in the mirror at myself. The black contacts covering my original eye color. My skin deathly pale;full of scars that would make any normal person wince. I was 5'8 and had short dyed black hair to hide my natural strawberry blond color. I took a while staring at my body. What does it matter if I like Jay anyway. No one could possible want to be friends with someone like me, much less love someone like me. I'm so disgusting and repulsive.
After my minute of self loathing, I went into my room and got dressed. I put on ripped jeans and a dark blue converse, a black long sleeved shirt with a short sleeved shirt marked 'heavy metal rules' over it. I went to the kitchen, grab a box of orange juice, an apple and a banana and head to school. Why didn't I die? I thought as I left the building. I headed to school walking as slow as I possibly could. I didn't want to feel normal just rushing to school like everyone else. After all, my life wasn't normal. It was just a complete waste.

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There. Chapter three. Haaaaah😲😩. I'm gonna go die now😭

💜nuttyweird- 'Death is always a welcomed peace by the depressed and miserable'