Adopted by MCR

Chapter 1

-Flashback-

The last lesson had just finished and I went to rush home otherwise my dad would beat me, or worse...

I ran down the corridor, when one of the school bullies smirked and stuck his foot out, making me trip over and faceplant the floor. I grunted and tried to get up but he stamped on my back making me fall to the floor again. I hissed as he picked me up by my collar and punched me square in the jaw, making me fly backwards into the lockers. I let out a curse when I fell to the floor. He just snickered and walked off.

I gently eased myself off the floor, grabbed my bag and ran, scratch that, I fucking sprinted down the cirrifors and all the way to my so called 'home'.

"Where the fuck have you been you worthless faggot?!" he yelled, cornering me as I shut the door and dropped my bag to the floor.

"This is going to be the worst punishment your little, ugly, useless mind has thought of." he hissed as I pressed my back against the wall.

He shoved me to the floor with a slap to the face as I slid downwards with wide, fearful eyes.

He slowly unzipped his trousers and dropped them to the floor along with his boxers. He walked towards me and yanked my skirt and underwear to my ankles....

"NOOO D-DON'T, P-P-PLEASE!" I screamed. I closed my eyes in an attempt to brace myself for the pain.

-End of flashback-

I woke up sweating and with tears streaming silently down my face. I was breathing heavily, trying to calm down.

Once I had managed to stop hyperventilating and crying, I looked over at the clock. The bright red numbers said it was 11:56. 'great' I muttered to myself, as I laid back down I remembered it was adoption day tomorrow.

I sighed. No one will adopt me. They never do. No one wants the emo kid that wears all black and listens to 'depressing' music. It's not depressing. It has saved my life on a number of different occasions.

Although, I bet they wish I would die anyway. So maybe it's depressing to them because it keeps me alive. I wouldn't be surprised if i'm honest, which I am.

I slid out of bed and padded towards the bathroom with the little black box in my hand.

I walked in and licked the door behind me, opening up tje bix and taking out a nedium-ish sized blade. I held it up to the light, letting the blade shine.

I pulled up my left pyjama sleeve and held the blade to it, pushing it into my skin. I slice and slice until I have at least 20 new cuts littering my arm.

I clean up the blood, pull my sleeve back down and crawl drowsily back to bed.