RoadTrip // Oneshots

Scars

!!!warning!!! may be upsetting for some people as this includes depression, selfharm and abuse.
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Before you start reading, yes I have used Jack as the main character. No this has nothing to do with his life! and I'd never wish this upon anyone ever!! I love Jack, this was just for the story.
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Jacks P.O.V.

I stood in front of the mirror looking at my small, skinny, fragile looking figure. I was currently wearing my pyjamas still, so a top and shorts. I slowly started taking everything in, every flaw and every falt. My gaze moved down to my stomach, slowly lifting my top to revil small black bruises, I carefully ran my fingertips over the bruise flinching at the pain. Memories started flooding back..

*** FlashBack ***

"You horrible child!" My father spat in my face knocking my to the floor. "How dare you come in to this house and disobey me like that!" He picked me up by my shirt and pinned me to the wall. "I..I'm.. s..sorry s..sir" I stuttered making him more angry. His face turned bright red and punched me repeatedly in the stomach before throwing me back to the floor. "You worthless piece of shit" he slurred back grabbing a bottle of beer before leaving me on the floor, unable to move...
*** End Of FlashBack ***

I opened my eyes to see my cheeks stained and eyes red. It didn't stop me though, I moved my gaze down to my arms to see the multiple cuts spread a cross both. I stepped back and lent against the wall slowly sliding down so I was sitting. Still facing the mirror taking it all in. I squeeze my eyes shut and...

** FlashBack ***
I was walking down the corridors at school. Now the end of the day so I trying to leave as soon as possible. Books in my hands holding them close my my chest, black jeans and a black hoodie with the hood up trying to block out as many people as possible (it didn't work). I could hear them, see them, people are not good at being discrete in my school. The way they look at me and talk about me just set me lower and lower. I take it all in, every word and every look. Building up in me until I break. Today was that day. I m ran home, locked myself in my bathroom, took the blade for the small box hidden  under the sink and cut one deep line "weirdo" "loser" "Freak" "leave" "nobody loves you" "no one cares" "stupid" "ugly" "too skinny" "attention seaker" "die..." these voices played over and over in my head. I looked at my arm, I hadn't noticed how many I have done before it was too late. 6 on my left and 4 on my right...
*** End Of FlashBack ***

I screamed and opened my eyes. I cried. Do hard to the point I felt nothing anymore. I stopped screaming. I stopped crying. I stopped feeling. I stood up. Walked to the bathroom and locked the door.

Not every story can have
a happy ending...

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Word count: 585
This is nothing like I would ever post but I thought I should. People genuinely go through shit like this and worse. I want to let everyone know that if you ever feel sad or angry talk to someone! Dont ever keep it to yourself. I love you all so much and I'm here for anyone who needs me! Xo