I shoved my hood up in attempt to hide myself, and make myself a little bit invisable, but of course it didn't work. I could hear his footsteps getting louder and closer behind me.
"dont panic" i whispered to myself in attempt to calm myself down.
"oi slut, don't think i haven't noticed you!" he yelled from behind me. i sped up, my heart racing and beating, like it was trying to escape my chest. he continued to get closer, i was his prey and he was my hunter.
"oi you dirty slut i'm talkng to you!" he screamed in my face as he grabbed my hood and spun me around. i didn't look at him, i just stared at the floor, knowing what was coming next.
"look at me when i talk to you!" he said as he yanked my hood down, and pulled my face close to his so i had to look at him.
"you're pathetic go and die you piece of shit!" he hissed at me, as his right fist collided with my face. i let out a moan which made him smile. he threw me onto the ground and stamped on my right side.
"that's all i got time for." he said as he spat at me and walked off into the direction of his ride home. i curled up into a ball on the cold floor, and let out a sob. after what seemed about five minuites i got up with a groan and hurried out the school gates, knowing if i was late home i would be in serious trouble.
the gentle breeze caused my black hair to fly wildly around me, i pulled my hood up and checked the time on my phone which read 16:30 perhaps i had been on the floor longer then five minuites, i sighed feeling a wave of fear over power me. i broke into a run, and stumbled over the uneven path.
Fuck sakes why have you got to be so fucking stupid! Tears brimmed in my eyes as I yelled at myself in my head. I got back up wiping my eyes with my right hand, and walked the rest of the way home.
When I got to my door, I put the key in and tried to unlock it quietly. I shifted it open and peered in, it seemed empty. I slowly walked in and shut the door behind me. The smell of cigarettes and stale beer hit me straight away. God I hate this place. i hurried for the stairs, but my dad must have heard me walk in, he stood on top of the stairs, a ciggerate in his mouth, and a can of beer in his hand.
"where the fuck have you been? it''s fucking late!" he asked me, his words slightly slurred.
"i'm sorry i didnt mean to-" i started but was cut off by his girlfriend who walked to stand near him, and planted a kiss on his cheek. she looked at me like she was digusted, and shook her head at me.
"he doesn't want to hear your pathetic excuses and apologies." she said in her cold emotionless voice. she then whispered something in his ear with a giggle. i looked at the floor.
"go along to the bedroom and wait for me princess. let me just finish with her." he said pointing a finger down at me. she winked at him and let her towel drop to the floor, showing of her body, and walked off. he stared down at me, throwing his ciggerate butt on the floor, and placing his beer can down. i backed up against the wall, i had no where to go i was trapped. he walked towards me, with a sick twisted smirk on his lips. he grabbed my neck and held me up, so my face was level with his. i could feel his breath on my face. i tried to get free, but he just shook his head laughing and held me tighter.
"you were a mistake. you are nothing but a pathetic fuck up." he hissed at me. my hands clawed at his frantically. he laughed again and looked me straight in the eyes. he set me down on my feet, but i fell, feeling weak from not breathing. he kicked me in the side and walked away, leaving me on the floor.
i got up and went to my room and closed the door quietly behind me, and faced my mirror, i sighed as i examined my body and found the new bruises forming, i looked towards the direction of my dresser table, and knew what i wanted, what i needed. i reached for my blades that i had hidden, and went into the bathroom and shut the door behind me, making sure i had locked it. feeling worthless and pathetic i slumped down to the floor, hot tears rolled down my face as i pressed the blade to my wrist. i knew it was wrong, i had promised i wouldn't do it again, and i had done so well. more tears fell and i slid the metal across my wrist, pushing down hard over and over again. red droplets of blood fell from the new cuts, i carefuly placed the blade into my bring me the horizon hoodie pocket, and rinced my wrist under the warm water tap, not wanting to get it infected, the warm water stung like hell as it rinced the blood away, i smiled at the pain. i turnt the tap off and shoved my sleeve down to cover my newest collection of cuts. i walked out the bathroom and ran straight to my room, where i closed the door behind me, flopped onto my bed, and shoved on some headphones, blaring out my music. sleepwalking by Bring Me The Horizon played. i stared up at the ceiling in the darkness, and the tears begun to fall again, i knew i was going to cry myself to sleep again, and not even my music could stop me from doing so...
