Before Jason could say anything I calmed myself down and spoke " please leave me alone" I stared at the floor I didn't want Jason to look at me. I heard Jason get up and leave the van, I didn't even flinch when I heard the door close.
Jason pov-
I gave Alex a concerned look before I closed the door and started to head back to my truck, as I walked through the junkyard I glanced at the trailer it just made me angry and confused. Why would Alex do that to himself does he not know that he could have killed himself if cut one of his veins. I should have stayed his wounds were deep, I could have stitch them up. my brain soon flashed an image of his bloody right arm, I shake my head to ignore the image then stare at my leather jacket Alex's blood was on the inside. I have to wash the blood out once I got home but it really wasn't important Alex needed it more than me, I stopped walking once I reach my truck I take out my car key and unlocked it. I sighed when I opened the door before I went inside I gave one last look at the junkyard my heart hurt when I thought of Alex hurting himself again " he needs help" I whispered then I got in the truck. I started the engine up and begin to drive home I clutch the steering wheel the thought of going home made me feel sick.
Alex pov-
I frantically pulled out sketchbooks throwing them behind me as my body twitched Jason wasn't supposed to see. I stopped when I find a wooden book box I quickly grabbed it and open it inside were a couple needles and a roll of black thread, I stare at it then glance at the carved name in my arm I could stitch it up and forget that this ever happened. I reach for the needle but stopped this was for Luna...... I couldn't just stitch it up, I closed the lid to the book box and put it back and cover it with the sketchbooks. I stood up and walked to my bed and sat down I stare at my right arm blood was smeared probably from Jason's jacket but luna's name still showed it was beautiful then I thought of Jason "he probably stop talking to me " I said staring at the van door I bet his going tell everyone at school tomorrow, I reach for my mother picture tears welled up in my eyes as I imagined the students staring at me with disgusting looks.
I laid down and hugged my mother's picture before I could close my eyes and forget the day I heard my dad calling me. I sighed I didn't want to see him he already sounded angry with me then I heard him say that he'll find me if I didn't answer him, I panicked I didn't want him to find me or my hiding spot he'll probably burn it down if I told him that mom made it for me. I sat up and gently kissed my mother's picture I placed it back on the crate and stood up I walked to the door but stop when I stepped on something I realized it was my razor I pick it and put it in my jacket pocket, I slide open the van door and ran out the van.
when I reach the trailer my dad was standing outside his arms were crossed I stopped running as my dad walked towards me. before I could say anything to him he punched me in the jaw I fell on my back when he hit me, " the school called me Alex they told me you skipped!" he yelled I flinched I tried to explain what happened at school. but he kicked me in my stomach I gasped and held my stomach my dad glared at me he was ready to kick me again but he didn't "I don't want to fuckin hear it, Alex, I already had a rough day today and now I have deal with you" he said bitterly I tried to move away from him but he stepped on my stomach, I winced when he started putting pressure on it. "where do you think your going I'm not done talking to you" he said annoyed "now listen closely I'm going to the bar and I might be home late because I'm bringing someone back but you better introduce yourself when I call you got it"I nod my dad removed his shoe from my stomach " good and drop the sad shit when you meet them or else" he said menacingly again I nod just to shut him up I just want him to leave already he smirked. My dad turned away from me and headed towards the opening of the junkyard, it was a struggle to get up but I started to walk to the trailer as I opened the door dread washed over me tonight wasn't going to go well. then I went inside and headed towards my dad's room it was across from our living room I opened the door and went inside.
I never visited my dad's room after my mother died I went towards his dresser searched through the drawers until I found what I was looking for. My dad kept pistol I never knew why maybe one day he'll just get tired of me and just shoot me, I reach for it and placed the pistol to my head I could just end it all...... I won't have to deal with my dad anymore or this damn world I gently pressed my finger on the trigger as I stared at the dresser mirror "just one bullet and I'll be gone"I muttered I slowly kept pushing at the trigger but I stopped I didn't have the guts to kill myself this used to be my mother's room and I didn't want to splatter my disgusting blood anywhere. I sighed I closed the drawer and glanced at the pistol maybe later... I'll have the guts to do it, I closed the drawer and put the gun in my jacket pocket. I left my dad'a room and headed to my bathroom to turn on the shower then I went to my room and grabbed a black jacket and some dark grey sweatpants. After I grabbed my clothes I went to my bathroom and took a quick shower from today's event, after I finished washing the food out of my hair I put on my clothes and went to my room I laid on my bed as I started to get lost in my thoughts once again.
(this is what a book box look like)
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