Freshman year. The year before my death. I walked into the school to get shoved to the floor by my friend. Ex friend randy. I whimpered a bit and looked up at him "what the hell man?" I asked in my Londoner accent. He kicked me in the ribs causing another whimper "stop!" I yelled jumping up and well. Running off to the men's bathroom seeing it empty. I sat down in the stall. Pulling out my pocket knife and off my hoodie. Looking at them. They were almost covered but only the top half. So I started below the elbow knowing my step dad would kick my arse at home but I just didn't bother really. By the time the day ended. One arm had about ten cuts below the elbow and I had a busted lip. And black eye. And not to mention the ones from my step father. So I got in my car after get another beating from randy and drove home. Gulping to see my step dad drunk on the couch I ran to the stairs. "Jacob!" He yelled in his American accent. "Yes Gerard?" I asked. He threw his beer bottle at me. It shattering in my skin making me almost scream in pain. He grabbed me and slapped me "your mum got into that car accident because of you. She's in the hospital because of you!" He yelled in my face. Oh yeah. Mum got in a car accident when my dog ran in front of her car and I ran picking him up. She swerved into another driving car. And was in a coma. Supposed to wake up in about a year.. Little did she know she'd see me dead when she got home. So everyday. That's what happened. I was teased bullied beaten. On the internet too! During summer boys hit on me. As did girls. But all stopped when they say my cuts. My body was covered when freshman year happened. Now I was going to turn sixteen in my second semester of my second year. Welcome to the year of my death
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SpiritueelThis is Jacob. This is his story the story of how he died. The story of the depressed boy. The boy who hung himself after he covered his body in cuts