suicides failure REWRITE

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    I wake up and get dressed in my black hoodie and jeans, I throw on a pair of shoes as head out the door toward school. I decide to take the long way through the forest since I had the time. I loved this forest it had an eerie feel but it was kinda soothing, I was just walking around remembering the recent events that have unfolded. About a year ago I had an accident where I lost my eyes and I started hearing this little voice in my head. She sounded like my sister Doll so that's what I call it. I wear a bandana most of the time but I also own a red mask with purple where the eyes and mouth should be and paint drops down to wear it looks like it crying. This caused some even more bullying to arouse and I had to move a month ago to get away.
    I remember that day I left. I was walking to school when to bullies began to drag me to the storage building behind the school, where they chained me there and beat me till I was almost stripped of my conscious. I had hair ripped from my scalp where blood began to spurt, cuts all up and down my body, my clothes were in shreds you might as well of said I was naked. I had a major concussion, black bruises, and broken limbs. I was left to stay there and die until a staff member found me. I was sent with my dad to another school across the state.
    I hurried through the crisp autumn forest and made it to school. Not many people come near me here. There is a certain group of kids who all wear hoods or wear their hair in their face, they always seem to stare especially this one in a black hood. They never seem to talk to anyone though.
   As I said many don t come near me but there's a reason for that, they all think I'm psychotic. A few days after I came two bullies were murdered, they had been trying to get to me for the first day or two.
   There only accusations but they are true, I don't remember much it's quite blurry. It was the end of the day, I had been leaving the building when I saw the two bullies walking home. My little voice started to say in a hushed tone " Hey follow them they could be my...friend", I did as said but I can't remember much after. All I can recall is looking down to see me washing some latex gloves and a knife off both being placed into my bag afterward. I walked out to where the living room seemed to be and where the bodies were at. I looked down to see multiple slits in there throat and a marking carved into their stomachs. It wasn't to gruesome but it still sent chills. I checked for blood on me and when I found none I left.
   The police never found any prints or evidence other than the body it's as if it just randomly appeared. I was never caught and it will stay that way. Sadly though I can't really get rid of my father so easily. My father isn't a bad parent, he just has his problems. After my mother was killed my father started to drink. It's never that bad and he only does it on weekends. The most that happens is a few bruises.
  It still pisses me off though he acts like he's the only one suffering, I hate myself for being to young and stupid to do anything. Instead I just stayed in bed starring at the door. He doesn't go around work looked at like a freak like I do at school everyday. He never had seemed to try to comfort or talk to me. I have to cry myself to sleep half way suffocating myself just to stay quite. Yet he still continues to go and scream, the hitting I can become numb to but this Crap, him hollering about how much of a piece of shit I am is driving me insane I can't take it. It's as if, if I've lost not only my mother, my sister, but my father also.
  As I'm getting carried away in these thoughts I hear the bell ring signaling schools end.
I hear the whispers and glares from a few class mates which makes my hands twitch. They're pissing me off and I know whatever there whispering is true since all I am is a screw up.
   I get home and head to my room locking the door behind me. I walk into the bathroom that I have in my room. I sit down and pick up my blade and I begin to slice into my shins, I never did it on my wrists because that just seemed to obvious. As I began to watch the the thin trail of sweet crimson blood trickle down my legs I  rest my head into my knees let the stinging of the new wounds and reopened one's die down. When I look down at the blood I get this sudden urge to taste it. I eventually give into  my temptations and gentle placed my finger on my leg tracing it up the blood trail before putting the blood in my mouth. It tasted sweet like sugar but sour it was amazing. I began to want more but all the blood seemed to dry while trying.
  I'm then snapped back into reality finally realizing what's happened, I like, no love the taste of human blood. At least I think I do.
  I hear a slam of the front door and clanging of glass as who I assume is my father coming home from work and the store. I hurry and clean up the bathroom and go into a dream less sleep.