I woke up early that morning and decided to do a little video before my alarm.
"Hey you lovely bunch of internet parasites!!
Guess what today is!! February 14th!! How bloody typical?!
Yay!! What the fuck? No. Anyway, lots of people will get chocolate, mmm, flowers, cards and stupid love letters.
I hate Valentine's Day with an all mighty passion. Like my hate for Justin Beiber.
Ewww! It's cute and stuff but come on guys!
We don't need a special day to prove that we love our loved ones! We have a whole year to do that, not just one single day per year!!"
I sat ranting for about seven minutes which was lucky for my alarm rang just as I finished, yelling at me that it was time to go to hell.
I wonder why I even bother with these videos...
I heard creaks of the floor boards then a door shut and knew he was awake. I quickly grabbed my bag and carefully crept down the hall, down the stairs and CCCCRRRREEEEKKKK!!
One of the steps was squeaky and I heard a grunt from behind me.
I'm screwed. What am I going to do now!!
"Get. Away. From. That. Door." The gruff, harsh voice spoke from behind me.
I knew what I was about to do would get me into so much trouble but I couldn't deal with the pain of going through this most days and having to hide it all so I wouldn't be questioned.
Things have been terrible since mum died. Dad says everything is my fault, that I was a mistake and caused her to die because she hated me too. I've got to the point were he's repeating everything to make me miserable, that is does and I blame myself too.
I wonder how much longer I can take it.
"DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME?!?! GET AWAY FROM THE DOOR NOW YOU STUPID RETARD!!" He screamed at me, snapping me out of my train of thought. "YOU WERE A MISTAKE, NO WONDER YOUR MOTHER IS DEAD. IT'S YOUR ENTIRE FAULT. YOU SHOULD KILL YOURSELF. YOU ARE WORTHLESS!!!!"
He walked quickly towards me and grabbed me by the scruff of my Bring Me The Horizon t-shirt and dragged me down to the basement, making sure he kept whacking on head against the door frame, and the wall, and his fingers digging into my neck.
Again.
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The smell of bleach filled the air in the basement, almost like it wanted to suffocate me. I wouldn't mind if it did.
I wonder how many days it's been, two? Maybe three?
It's not like anyone would miss me.
At least I don't think anyone does...
Who am I kidding! No one likes me so why would anyone care.
Knowing my dad, he'll probably leave me here for a week at maximum...well so far it's never been longer than a week. I remember from last time not to open my eyes. If I do, well I'll be down here longer, no food, no water and no bed.
I shake my wrists from side to side quietly 1. In case I've been shackled 2. If I made a noise I'd be here even longer. The clinking of metal makes me aware that he did put the cuffs on my wrists.
CCCRRREEEAAAKKK
CLICK CLICK CLICK
PING
STOMP STOMP SQUEAK
STOMP STOMP SQUEAK
"Have you learned your lesson you little shit? *pause* Well?! *pause* ANSWER ME NOW!!" He roared at me.
"Y-yes. I-I have..." I croaked, still stuttering on words.
I heard a rattle and the cuffs hit the ground. "Get out of here now." He spat out at me.
I ran as fast as I could up the basement stairs, along the hall, up the main stair case and into my room.
I stumbled over and collapsed beside my bed. The tears started to run down my cheeks, racing each other to see which one would hit the ground first. I wiped away some of the tears and pulled out a little black box from under my bed.
"Hello old friend" I said as I dragged the blade in many directions across my arms.
