Stories

The day i found out

-BTW THIS IS GOING TO HAVE HINTS OF SUICIDE SORRY FOR ANYONE WHO HAS HAD THAT LOSS BUT IT FITS THIS-
C'mon keep it together keep it together. Don't do anything. Be happy. Be... I dont know. Something else then devastated. Think! Think! Dont think abojt how you just found out that the boy you like, Ryan, likes Emily, and she likes him back. Ugh!!! Why me... I... Ughhhhh....... Nothing good ever happens to me!! Im a damn closeted bisexual that likes Samantha AND Ryan and not a soul knows I'm bi and I'm just..... Alone... Forever.... And ever... I'm... Alone? That's.. Right. I'm alone. I might as well die cause I'm a frickin lost cause. I'm just gonna go die in a hole, alone, with no one giving a damn that ive been missing. With my parents in the other room, just thinking I'm anti social. With my friend spamming my phone but ill never return the texts. With my teachers being confused because i didn't turn in my homework. With my sister not noticing until it smells. Then they will find my body in the bathroom with a knife in my stomach and a dried pool of blood on the carpet. My sister will walk out, eyes qatered for the smell, not my glossed over eyes, my dad will call the cops to have my lifeless body removed, and my mom will fret over the carpet, now ruined. She will blame me for ruining it. It will be my final goodbye. I will ruin something she loved for making my life hell. For treating my sister better because she has a learning disorder and treating me like shit because I have ONLY depression, anxiety, ADHD, and asthma. Many things wrong with my brain. Many, many, many. Does she care? Does that so called "mother" of mine care? Does that bitch who raised me care? Does she? Will she? No. She lies through her wine stained teeth when she says she loves me, or cares, or minds when i get home after curfew. She just drinks and drinks, letting her anger out on anything near. Namely wandering into my room, never my sisters, and throwing random things off the ground at me, screaming that I need to be a better example. My dad won't care. He generally joins in. Asking why haven't I got a job, or why haven't I gotten honour roll the last two years. Why haven't I got a significant other. Why I don't have friends. When in fact, I have all the above. I'm out late working a night shift at a retail store. I don't come home after school hanging out with my friends, and my special Maddie. They don't understand that a B and all A's is honour roll. They don't understand, and they never will. They will continue on with their lives as if they didnt cause the scratch on my face last night. The bruise on my ribs. The blood trickling from my lip. The scars on my back from the claws of my mother. The reason of my depression and anxiety. The reason of my horrible life. Yes.... Let them find my body. Cold and pale on the bathroom floor... Then... I'll get my revenge....