I slowly walk to the dojo and groan as I sit down. Donnie looks at me worriedly. I get irritated and looks away.
"Alright my sons we are going to start with some kicks we've learned this week..." Sensei and gets our weapons out for later.
We boringly start with practice. I struggle to stay awake and struggle to focus on the task at hand and no this is not because I have ADHD. My bros spend time taking turns looking at me with concerned looks. I look down and decide to ask to leave.
"Why do you want to leave Michelangelo?" sensei asks in an annoyed tone.
"I have to shit..." I smile innocently.
My brothers gasped in shock and Sensei and sighed with a nod.
I walk out and lock the bathroom door and I grab the knife I keep hidden under the bath mat and slit my wrists slowly. I do this to feel the pain more. I cry silently as I do this. I wish that I could just be open about how I'm feeling, but then they'll circle me like vultures. Ever since the Foot incident, like I said, they've been very worried about me.
They shouldn't. I'm fine. That's a lie, but no one seems to know that I guess. The only person I talk to is April, she told me I need to tell Sensei about my suicidal tendencies or she will. This is frustrating, because for once in my life I'd like tot keep something to myself. GOD I WISH THEY WOULD JUST LET ME DIE!!! That won't happen, they 'care' too much. They think I'm fine, they're dead wrong.
(The next parts will be longer, but I had writer's block)
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