Rise, Rose, Risen {Poofless}

Stars

Rob's pov

I walked home with Vik by my side. We talked the way home and agreed that the guys seemed cool. When we reached my house I went my way and Vik kept walking since his house was a while away still. I felt scared to go to my house. I knew my dad would be home and it would be hell again.

I got my keys from my pocket and unlocked the door. I tried to quickly run upstairs to my room. "Stop! Where the hell do you think you're going?!" I heard my dad yell. I turned around and saw him with a near empty bottle of vodka in his other hand. "Nowhere sir." I quietly said trying to back out upstairs. "Come down here you piece of shit" he murmured angrily. I listened to him and stumbled down the stairs to him. "Why were you home late you fuck? Huh!?" He yelled straight to my face and I could smell the alcohol from his breath. "I- I had to h-elp the principal" I stuttered. He looked unimpressed and slapped me. "Bullshit! You were fucking with some other faggot weren't you?!" He shouted and gulped some more vodka. "No sir. I promise" I said tears rolling down my face. "You worthless man-whore" he said and punched me straight in the stomach. I started crying even more from the pain to my gut. He started kicking my ribs while I was on the ground shivering. "No one loves you!" He lastly yelled before throwing the empty bottle on my head and it shattering and causing it to cut my arms.

I ran to my room and fell on my bed. I started sobbing. I probably cried there in pain for at least half an hour. When I was finally done balling my eyes out I went to the bathroom, which was connected to my room. I put the lights on and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked the same, decent weight, pale, brown messy locks. I looked down at my now cut up arms, they had dried blood on them. I opened my bathroom cabinet and started searching for a small brown box until I found it. I opened it and looked at the three sharp razor blades in it. I took one of them out and put it on my wrist. I felt the coldness of the blade on my skin. The words 'no one loves you' kept playing in my head. I started counting and slicing.

One for being a bad son

Two for being a faggot

Three for being worthless

Four for being an idiot

Five for not being loveable...

I looked down at my wrist. Five cuts were there. Thin lines of crimson red blood started bleeding out of the cuts. I decided to hop in the shower in hopes of it calming me.

-Time skip 20 mins-

I got out of the shower, I felt a bit more relaxed but my arms sting. I got changed to simple sweatpants and a t-shirt and checked my phone. I saw that Vik had created a group for us and the guys we met today. I checked its messages.

Vikky ❤
Hai guys

Mitch
Heyyyyy

Lachlan
Sup

Vikky ❤
Everyone wanna come to my place tomorrow to chill?

Lachlan
Sure

Matt
Yeah if that's cool

Ok so apparently we're going to Vik's tomorrow. Great. At least it's Friday tomorrow. Actually, I'll ask if I could stay over at his so I wouldn't need to stay with my dad.

Me
Hey Vikky can i stay at yours this weekend?

Vikky ❤
Sure. Others wanna come too?

Brandon
Yea that'd be sick. All the guys are down

I locked my phone and went to lay on my bed. I looked out into the sky, it looked beautiful with all the stars shining so bright. Maybe one day I can have someone to shine as bright for me. With those thoughts my eyelids felt heavy and I drifted off to sleep.

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Thank you again for reading and just as a mention, I don't like some of the words used above, don't get offended they're just there for the effect of the story.

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