I went to school, and everything was the usual routine. I got picked on by the cooler popular girls, had classes with Haz and Juliet, and dreading to go home. Harry walked me home as usual, but Juliet came today too. I hugged them both goodbye and went into the house. "EMILY!! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!!" my stepfather's voice boomed from out of the kitchen. i walked in to find my stepfather witha bottle of beer in his hand. He was leaning against the counter.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!" he yelled pointing to the window. "What, sir?" i asked shaking. He grabbed my hair and pulled me to the window. He pointed to a dirt spot on the widow. "WHY IS THAT STILL THERE?!" he yelled in my face. i could smell the alcohol on his breath. "i'm sorry, sir." i said as he came closer. "Sorry doesn't cut it, bitch." he said before grabbing my shoulders and kicking me in the stomach. i fell to the ground while holding my stomach and crying. He spat on my face and walked out. Why the hell... is he like this?
I was used to it though. I crawled up the stairs and somehow managed to get to my room and open the door. I bent over and puked blood into the trash can. i went into the bathroom and saw the blade laying on the floor. i slowly crawled over to it and picked it up. I hated him more than anything.
I texted Harry, "Haz, i love you. don't worry about me. Okay? Bye. -Emmo"
Then i texted Juliet, "Juliet, i love you. Thanks for being my friend. Bye. xx - Emily."
I slid the cold razor against my wrist and made deeper cuts. My world started to blur. "this will all be over, Emily." i thought to myself as i made a deeper cut. i fell to the floor. this would be better for everyone. I went black.
