The Scars On His Wrist Match The Ones On His Hips (Jalex) BoyXBoy

New Beginings

"Get out, worthless fag." My father spat. I got out and grabbed my stuff. He got out and punched me in my stomach before leaving. I doubled over in pain, making more pain.

I had the worst beating in a while last night. I grabbed my stuff and went to the main building. I went to the office.

"Um, J-Jack B-b-Barakat." I stuttered. A lady handed me a sheet of paper and a map.

"Go out that door and it's the second building on your left." She said politely.

"T-thanks." I said.

I grabbed my things and went out. I walked, well limped, to the second building on my left. There were stray students studying, making out, singing, laying around. I kept my head down as I walked in. I was room 134. I sighed and went down the halls. I found 134 and put the key in. I unlocked it and saw a guy with a muscular build studying.

"You must be Jack. I'm Zach." He said.

"Y-yeah. N-nice to m-meet y-you." I said.

"This is your half. Get comfortable. Room inspection is in thirty." He said.

"R-room in-spection?" I asked.

"Yeah. Make sure there are no drugs. You don't do drugs do you?"

"N-no." I said. I set my guitar on my bed and saw his bass. "You p-play?" I asked.

"Yeah." He said.

"C-cool." I said.

I started putting my clothes away and found my blades. I made sure he wasn't looking and shoved them in my pocket. It's been a couple of hours and I was already itching. I continued putting my clothes away and put some posters up.

I saw someone come in. He had messy hair and a perfect face. He was in black skinny jeans and a teal shirt with a black tie.

"Hey Mr. G." Zach said. "Jack, this is Mr. Gaskarth. Also referred to as Mr. G or Gaskank." He said. I nodded. I know what it's like to be called a slut or whore. It hurts.

"Hey. I'm the dorm advisor, guidance counselor and music teacher." He said. I shook his hand and my sleeve rolled up a little. I dropped my hand and my head.

He checked our room quickly and left. "Why did you drop his hand? It was a handshake."

"Nothing." I said quietly. "D-don't w-worry a-about it." I said.

"Dude, it has to be something." He said.

"I-it's f-fine." I said.

"Whatever." Great. I just blew making a friend. This is gonna be like every other school.

I'll be friendless and do everything by myself. I looked at my map and saw the bathrooms were two doors down. I grabbed a towel, seeing it was already eight, and my other stuff. I made sure I grabbed clothes and walked out. I went two doors down and opened it. It was super clean and big. No one was in here. I went for one of the cubicals and shut the door, locking it. I put my towel on the hook and quickly stripped. I put my clothes in the bag and turned the water on.

I grabbed one of my blades from my pants pocket and brought it to my thigh. I pierced the skin and dragged it across the flesh. I smiled as the blood seeped from the wound. I grabbed my black washcloth and held it there. It didn't stop. Oh shit. I cut into a vein. I quickly finished and grabbed my other one. I put more pressure on it and it didn't stop. I wrapped my leg in gauze, which made it soaked in three seconds.

"Why is there red water coming from in here?" I heard Mr. Gaskarth say. He knocked.

I pulled my boxers on. "Help." I said before I unlocked the door. I slid down the wall and felt someone pick me up. I saw black and passed out.