Alex pov-
I woke up from the ringing of my alarm clock. I sigh and pulled the covers over my head, my room was a safe place from the world before I could shut my eyes, my dad. Started to bang on my door I flinch from the loud noise. I Tried to ignore him but he started to yell at me to get up. I could sense that he was angry at me, I throw the covers off me and rose out of bed. I heard my dad leave my door I slowly walked towards my dresser pulling out a navy blue hoodie and a pair of black jeans.
I pause when I find a familiar razor blade underneath the clothes. I pick it up " I may have to use you again" I whisper to myself I turn it around so it showed the blade there was dry blood on it. I held the razor in my hand and quickly left my room and went to the bathroom, I take off my gray long sleeve shirt and stared at my body in the mirror.
There were small cuts on my forearm, some of them had healed but the others were new I glanced at the rest of my body I was covered with bruises they were from my dad and the bullies at my school.
I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and put my school clothes on. I left the bathroom and quietly walk into the kitchen my dad was standing by the stove, glaring at me " I heard your alarm clock why didn't you get up" he asks I ignored him "answer me Alex or do you need to see your therapist" he said I held the razor in my palm tighter until it cut my skin. I quickly put it in my pocket, " I overslept dad" I answered he gave me a skeptical look my dad didn't believe me.
He turned towards the stove and grabbed a pan of scrabble eggs. He dumps them on a paper plate, and shove it in my hands " hurry up in eat I don't want to deal with you anymore" he grumbles I stared at the food in disgust." not hungry" I said I handed him back the plate and walked to the front door, putting on my black converse I pick up my backpack and placed it on my back. Once I grab the doorknob I heard him mumble " ungrateful son", I felt guilty when he said that.
It wasn't my fault that I didn't want to eat. I open the door and left the trailer, I quietly walked through my junkyard and started to think my dad hated me. Because he blames me for mom dying and I believe him I sighed my dad started drinking and abusing me after mom died and I became depressed, she was the only person that understood me I reach the sidewalk before mom died she would always make me happy even if I had a bad day she would say " tomorrow will be better honey" I frowned because after her death tomorrows were never the same.
I snap out of my thoughts when in elderly bear drove by me waving. I faked a smile and waved back.
