(the whole chapter is Loser's POV)
Today's the first day of torture in the depths of hell, or in other words- school. My father wakes me up by smashing an empty beer bottle on my head, and threatening to beat me up if I'm late for the bus. I weakly wobble over to the bathroom to take a shower, rarely does my father let me take one. He doesnt like me using all of the hot water. I try to rinse off all the blood, but most of it's dried up so it just sits there permanently for now. I throw up in the shower, one of the few meals I eat in a week just wasted. After I clean up the puke and wash up, I wrap a towel around me, comb my hair with my hands, and brush my teeth with my father's really dirty old toothbrush. As I walk to my room to get dressed, my father kicks me in the gut and shoves my useless self to the ground. I just curl up, hold my stomach, and tears form in the corner of my brown eyes. "Boys don't cry, get up you little shit." As I get up he kicks me in the nuts with his steel toe boots. I have never witnessed more pain in my life. I try to run as fast as I could to my bedroom and lock the door. I curl in a ball, cry, and look to see if I'm ok. Since no one else can. Me, myself, and I are the best of friends. Literally the only person that's always there for me, is me. My father leaves to his bedroom and locks his door. I hear slight moans from his bedroom, *sigh* that girl Julie is probably in there with him again. I don't understand how she like like a person like my father. He's raped and threatened her and many others countless times. He's mostly gay, so he usually just brings people from his gang over to have.. y'know. The pain slowly goes away and a bruise forms. I shrug it off and get dressed in a black hoodie, a white beanie, and some grey plaid pants. I also wear the necklace my mother gave me, It's the only thing I have left of her. My father is too busy doing 'stuff' with Julie, so I just walk to school. I put on my black converse from 2 years ago that my mother bought me, and start walking. I barely make it before the bell. My 10th grade homeroom class just stares at me like I'm a purple alien. The teacher said, "I would like to introduce you to the new student, please come up and say 3 things about yourself." I walk up and say, "Hey, I'm Loser, yes you heard me. Loser. I'm from NYC. I love drawing, and that's pretty much it." As I weakly walk over to my seat she says, "I NEVER told you that you could go sit back down. Come up here so I can punish you." Great. I get up and walk over to her. She has a ruler in her hand. She tells me to roll up my sleeves, my cuts are gunna show. I roll them up anyway. She just stares traumatized by the fresh cuts. She tears up and tells me sweetly and nicely to go sit down. I cover the cuts again with my black sleeves. At the end of 6th Qtr we all head to lunch. I decide not to eat, and just sit down and lay on my arm. Tears form in the corner of my eye and I repeat to myself, "men don't cry. men don't cry. men don't cry." I cover my face with my hood, and cry my eyes out. I wish I was dead. I stop crying and just sit there with my face on the table. Some kid walks over to me and sits down next to me with his lunch. "Hey, you alright there?" I shake my head. "Well.. I'm sorry to hear that. But I'm Michael." "Oh, hi Michael. I'm Loser. Nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you too." We just stare at eachother up and down. He's cute. But I guarantee you he's not gay, and doesn't feel the same way. That's the way it always is. He invites me to his house tomorrow, and I accept. As school end for the day, i start walking home. "Wait up Loser!" Michael comes running up to me and pushes me playfully with his shoulder, with a big smile. I laugh. First time I've smiled in a long while. I don't wanna get too attached to Michael, but he's amazing. We laugh at each other's dirty jokes and share a plastic baggy of goldfish crackers on the way home to my house. "I rather you not come inside, my father is usually drunk." "Oh.. That's fine! I'll cya tomorrow!" "Yeah, cya!" I walk inside. My father greets me with an evil grin and pins me to the wall. He's drunk. *time skip* Long story short, I'm not gunna walk for a week. He's disgusting.. raping your own child to 'pleasure' yourself is really gross. I make my way to my bedroom, i lock my door and try to sleep. I wish my mom was still here.
