Suicide Boy

Suicide boy chapter 1

A seven teen year old boy sits at the edge of his bed, tears falling down from his face. He stares blankly down towards the floor. In one hand he holds a razor; with his other hand he wipes the blood from his arms. The boy’s name is Leo.

Leo looks like your normal teenage boy. A kid who has lots of friends, his activities weren’t so odd. He was very passionate about art. He could spend hours drawing. He was very talented, he could draw, write, sing, act, and he also had a talent of taking pictures. He was just about 5’6 or 5’7, he was very skinny. His skin was a very light brown; it was very “tannish” as he would say. He had an amazing bright smile. He had long black hair that covered his left eye.  At times he looked very depressed, but when you confronted him, he would give you a light tone smile that you couldn’t tell anything was wrong. He made it seem like his life was fine.

In the public eye he was perfect, but behind closed doors it was a different story. In reality he was just a kid who gone through hell and had to forever live with a terrible life.

you can say he was born to suffer. The night of his birth both he and his mother almost died together.

His mother had lost children before, her husband would always beat her, that she would miscarriage the child. This time a baby boy was born. His father still never changed, he was still very abusive. He would beat Leo as a child to make Leo stronger. His mother wasn’t allowed to stand up for her son. If she spoke against the father wishes, Leo would be punished even more, and so would she. Finally one day she had enough and left, taking Leo across the state up north. They started a whole new life. It wasn’t long until she started to neglect him. She started dating again; she spent more time with her new boyfriends than she did with her son. At such a young age Leo didn’t give it much thought he had so much freedom. He never realized that at the time he had spent alone in his home,that his mother was out doing drugs having fun. Leo had no siblings he was an only child, so he had to find ways to entertain himself.  Around the age of ten his mother got very sick, she was hospitalized. In a year’s time she went blind and was practically disable. The grandmother brought them back to their home town. She took them in and cared for them.

His grandma was now the one to call the shots; she had high expectations for Leo. She put him in sports anything her son had did he too would do it. Her son, Leo’s uncle was a perfect athlete he won many medals many championships. Now Leo had to live up to the same standers, he worked hard as he could. He was never good enough though. The only family he had was his mom and his grandma and they never supported him. He would bring grades home. “Look grandma I got a B+ in my math class”. He said as a child. “What you couldn’t get and A”? His grandma would replied.

He tried so hard for her to be proud of him. He was an amazing soccer player so, he won many games for his team, but his family never went to any of them. He joined swimming, and they never went to any of his meets. It was hard for him to see all his team mates family going out and supporting them, when his never cared. He did so many things so many school activities and his family never bothered to show up. The past 7 years Leo dealt with being alone, he dealt with a depression he didn’t know that was there.  He never let people know he was hurting he would always keep a strong smile and always seem happy. He would crack jokes and make people laugh. He would always help others if they were sad, he tried his best to help others.

He is now a junior in high school; so far his life was crap. He suffered from major depression and his family never pays attention to it. They ignore him and blame him for his own problems. All he wants is to be loved… to be cared about, but at the same time he just wants to die.

5:43am, He wakes up.

He rubs his eyes and lets out a deep sigh he picks up his phone to look at the time. He gets up and drags himself over to his bathroom. He looks into the mirror his eyes are blood shot red, his eyes were sore from the hours of crying from the night before. He lets out a small laugh of pity once he sees himself in the mirror’s reflection.  He rubs his eyes again, he than begins to undress, he starts up the shower waiting for the water to warm up. I’m so tired he thought to himself. He gets into the shower; the warm water runs down the back of his head down his back. The warm water runs down his arms stinging the fresh cuts. He leans up against the wall. He stays like that for awhile. He takes a moment to get himself together. He then starts to wash himself trying to keep the soap from entering his cuts. He hated the stinging.

He finished getting ready for school, fresh and clean, teeth brushed, and hair combed. It was only 6:20 it was still too early for him to walk to school, he looked at his phone again, this time he had a text message, it was from a friend. It read: hey Leo wanna walk to school together? He hit the home button and ignored it. He lay back on his bed he was thinking of the fight he had with his family.

He started listening to music; he put in his head phones and turns his music on max. So that he couldn’t hear anything else.  It was 6:50 he got his stuff and headed out without a word. His walk was only 5 or ten minutes, he dreaded it every morning.

 It was just another day with a terrible life.