Flames.
I woke up to flames.
I sat up in my bed, my eyes watering from the flickering flame.
My father, laughing, I heard him and his evil laugh from downstaires. As the flame got closer, I accepted my fate.
Then I woke up.
A dream? Thank GOD!
I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.
I looked at my scars. I cut along them, still working my way through my arm.
That dream was about my abusive father. I don't have a mom, I was adopted. My father abused me, mainly after I explained to him that I was gay.
I have 1 sister, but my dad treats her like a queen. She treats me the same way my dad does.
Like a waste of space.
I brushed my short black hair. It hovers over my left eye and is messy in the back. I put on a plain white t-shirt, because that's really all I have. That and my black jeans. I have 2 pairs of black jeans, but I cut one of them to made them shorts.
I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door. I don't really get fed. I don't get lunch money, I don't get a homemade lunch. I just wait until after school when I can sneak out to a reasturant. I don't do it often though, I make my dad think I have detention. I get a good beating after I get home from school everyday.
I didn't have many friends, just 1. His name is Eithen.
Yeah, I kinda like him.
He's okay...
He's hot...
But anyways!
I never told you my name did I?
My name is Jesse.
