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“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” he screams into my face, small droplets of spit hit my face. I could feel tears running down my pale cheeks. 

“It was only two fucking papers and you did one of then!” I sob comes out of my face and that only makes him angrier. 

He slams his fist onto my face, my cheek bone burns. He lets out grunts as small drops of sweat travel down his forehead. 

Everything felt wrong, my head was throbbing in pain. I slid down the wall and looked up at Cartman. His face was red and his knuckle was bleeding. 

“Dont fucking tell anyone fag” was all he said before he left. 

It was after school, he dragged me behind the school and just started screaming at me. I can understand why he was mad. I just don't understand why he had to hit me. 

I already got slapped at home, It was my fault most of the time since I just sucked at most things. Adam was my step dad, he wasn't the best but that's only when he would drink. 

My mom passed away five years back to a drug overdose. Adam would always tell me that I was the reason that my mom was dead, I slowly started to believe him. If I wasn't born I know she would have been at least a little happier. 

I pushed my body up from the grounds and brushed off most of the dirt that was on my pants. My ankle was hurting from where Cartman had tripped me in the fifth hour. 

I let out a sigh and started my walk home. The sun was just setting and it was starting to get dark out. 

I knew Adam was going to beat the shit out of me once I got home, he always did when I was late from coming home from school. 

Knowing this I took my time walking home, it wasn't like I could run anyway. I pulled out my phone from my back pocket and plugged in my headphones. 

I turned on one of my favorite songs and let out a content sigh. It was a few houses away from mine when I felt a buzz come from my phone. 

I look down at my phone and swipe open my phone. Adam had texted me telling me I better get my ass home and that he wasn't going to be home. I guess this is a good day to finish up my own work from school. 

I walk up the stairs to my house and pull out the house key. I open the door to be greeted with a cold dark house. I step into the house and turn on the hallway light. I lock the door and head down the hallway to my room. 

I’m just going to skip the after school snack and get to working on my homework. I set my bag down and open it to pull out the random books and notes that I had in it.

I sit down at my desk and begin to start on the work. It wasn't hard but it wasn't easy to do. I just wanted to make sure I got at least half of it done with. My face was killing me and I was so tired. 

The school work took an hour. When I was finally finished with it I sat back in my chair. I put away all of the papers and set my bag down next to my room door. 

I stand up from my desk and flop down on my bed. My bed was a twin and had a green blanket on it. The blanket was from my mom, she had given it to me on my thirteenth birthday. It was still in good condition for being five years old. 

I snuggle up beside the blacket and let out a sigh. I just wish she was still here with me, I miss her smiles and her quiet laughs. 

I miss when we were all a family, I miss the good times in life. Maybe if I was different my life wouldn't be like how it is.

My bottom lip wobbled as tears started to make their way down my face. I was tired of how everyday it was the same, I was tired of life. 

I sit up and reach over in my bedside table and pull out the blade that I had in there. I hold the blade in my hand and stare down at it, I never got to finish that one cut in the school bathroom. 

I push the blade against my wrist and drag it across. The burn felt good on my cold skin. I let out a sob as I press deeper before pulling the blade away from my skin.

I look down at the small cut. Small blood droplets started to seep out of the cut. 

I push myself off my bed and head out the room to the bathroom that me and Adam share together. 

I open up the cabinet and grab a bandage. I never cleaned small cuts like this, Adam could find the blood soaked rolled up toilet paper in the trash and I was not looking to get yelled at because of that. 

I press the band-aid to my skin and throw away the trash from it. I then look at myself in the mirror.

I had a black eyes and a small cut underneath my right cheek. My eyes were red from crying and my hair was messy with bed head. My clothes looked dirty and messy. 

I pull off my shirt and look down at my body. I wasn't fat, I wasn't skinny either. My body was covered in self inflicted scars, I had stretch marks on my legs but I really didn't want to look at them. 

I ran my hand over my collarbone, the bone stuck out and was clear to see. I raised my arms above my head to see my ribs slightly stick out. 

I want to be smaller, I wanted to see every bone, I wanted to be perfect. 

I grabbed the black t-shirt that I had thrown on the ground earlier that morning and put it on. I pulled off my pants so that I was in only my shirt and boxers. 

I pull off my socks and through them on the ground next to my other clothes. I turn off the bathroom light and walk out of it. 

I head back to my bed room and get into my bed. I groan out as I lay my head down on my pillow. My head was in so much pain. 

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Next chapter hopefully will be longer.