Chapter 6: Cuts and Bruises

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I want to say before I begin that this chapter will contain some suicidal actions. Please DO NOT attempt any of the following actions. You have been warned. Let's begin.

I woke up to a stinging sensation neat my wrist area. Then I remembered that I was cutting myself last night. I shrug it off and get ready for school. Thankfully my Dad never noticed since I know that he doesn't give a fuck about me. As I walk to school, I start thinking about what I did. I start looking at those 4 long, deep cuts. Each of them for one thing. One is for the family that hates me, the second one for the people who hate me, the third one is for the burden I am, and the last one is for my creation. I wore a long sleeved shirt so people wouldn't see it.

~Timeskip to 6th period (gym)~

We were playing hockey today. I decided to get in the way purposely in order to get bruises. This was a great time so I could have more time to let all of these problems go away, especially since people are always high-sticking.

~Beckass' Point of View~

Recently Faron has been acting very weird lately. I wonder if she's sad that the love of her life is with her arch enemy Courage. I decided to go talk to her.

"Faron!"

"What the hell do you want?" She responds.

"You seem very off today," I say as I see her hiding her wrist for some reason.

"I'm fine Rebecca. Why are you being this damn nice to me if I beat you up last week?" I reach in and grab her arm and see 4 deep cuts on there.

"Have you been trying to kill yourself or some shit?!" I yell.

~Faron's Point of View~

'Oh fuck' I thought. It also seemed very odd that she seemed worried about me. Everyone turns around to our direction. As so many eyes are staring at my wrist, I start getting anxious. I just wanted to dash back home and forget this ever happened.

~Another time skip back at Faron's house~

I look into the mirror in the restroom and find my arms filled with bruises. I hear my parents yell my name so I go back to the living room.

"Why the hell are you covered in bruises?" My dad yells.

"Because I got hit during hockey today in gym."

"I know you're hiding something, Faron Annora Woods!"

"Well then if YOU know, say it!" I yell back. My dad grabs the collar of my shirt and slaps me across the face leaving a mark.

"This is my I FUCKING hate you!" I yell.

"That's it! I'm done with your shit!" My dad yells back. That's when my dad activated his abusive state. He got the belt and hit me where all of the bruises where. At that point, I felt happy because I knew it was going to sooner or later end me. All I wanted was not to be such a burden to people.

~ANOTHER timeskip to late at night~

I was asleep when I was awoken by a noise. It sounded like mumbling. After a little bit, the mumbling turns into voices. They told me something that made me remember something horrific.

~Flashback! (mystical music cues)~

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HER!" I hear my mom yell.

"GOD, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I KNOW?" My dad yells back to her.

"Is there something wrong?" I ask.

"OF COURSE THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG! IT'S YOU!" My dad yells back at me.

"RONNY! Not in front of HER!" My mom yells at my dad "Sweetie, don't pay attention to what your father is saying, okay?"

"Yes... mom." I leave back to my room and start crying knowing what my father really meant.

~End of Flashback~

I start crying, and reach for the pencil sharpener blade, and make the cuts I already have on my arm deeper. It hurt a lot, but at least I was nearing the end of all of it.

~Timeskip to morning~

I wake up to my alarm. I barely touched my breakfast. It was my favorite meal, but I didn't bother to eat a single piece. As I was applying mascara, I noticed that one of my cuts starting oozing. Unfortunately, there were no band-aids left, so I just rapped my arm in toilet paper in hopes that it would stop on my way to school. When I was walking out of the door, my mom noticed and pulled my sleeve up and noticed the cuts.

"Have you been cutting yourself, Faron?" She asked worryingly.

"There just paper cuts mom. Nothing to worry." I said.

"These aren't paper cuts Faron. I'm not stupid."

"Why are you worrying about Faron babe? She can take care of herself, we did our job long ago." My dad says.

"Faron, you can tell me. I'm not like your father."

"Can I tell you when I get home?"

"Whatever floats your boat."

"Okay, bye mom."

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