You know what I hate? People that whinge and bitch that their parents don't listen to them - that they don't get whatever the hell they want. Like damn I wish I got myself hand feed everything. Like fuck be grateful you spoilt cunt of a kid. All I ever got was such amazing abuse both physical and verbal...
"Bang" the sound of the gun fires putting a bronze sharp bullet through the thick part of my dads skull. Blood oozing out starting to form a mini lake of blood. His face goes completely dead and white. He tries to let out some words to my mum whilst blinking to keep himself alive. No words come out his eyes fade over closing completely.
"No, baby. Noooooooooo...someone call the ambulance, someone fucking help me" she screams out with crystal clear tears rolling down her face. The makeup slowly running down her face in unison with her tears.
"What am I going to do" she breaks down completely, more and more tears running down her face, her crying gets louder and more intense.
"I didn't even get to tell him the news, I was hoping that would make him happy" she quietly speaks to herself.
"He did always want a boy..."
All seems okay with the world doesn't it? For the first few years of my life it was, Mum found herself a guy she obviously really loved. 9 years later...
"Wow dad we had such a good game today" I tell my step-dad who I was made to call dad in complete excitement. The smile on my face so big and wide that an oversized truck could easily fit inside.
"Yeah we one but you played like shit, you need to player better next week." He passively aggressively states in utter disappointment.
"Yes dad" I bow my end down in complete sadness, tears begin to run down my face.
The next day...Sunday
"ADAM LEE SCOTT...GET YOUR SORRY EXCUSE OF A PERSON HERE NOW" my mum screams in complete rage like her body is in uncontrollable rage. I freeze, shivers run down my spine, completely terrified my face goes pale white in shock
"WHY IS YOUR ROOM NOT CLEAN LIKE I ASKED YOU TOO?" She's continues to scream
"Sorry mum I'll go do it now" I submissively listen terrified of what will happen next.
THUD the sound of her hand as she hits the back of my head continuing beating my head. Drops of blood begins to drip from the back of my skull.
15 minutes later
"I wish that kid was never born...I want to kill him" mum talks to my step-father in frustration and anger.
I over hear the conversation... I whisper...
"No need I'll do it myself..."
The next school day
The lunch time bell rings. Everyone jumps out of there seats in excitement. All expect me poor me found an excuse to stay behind. Bang the door slams shut behind the teacher who had forgotten I was in there as she went to microwave her lunch.
"This is my shot" I said quite sadly but happily.
I go to the storeroom where all the scissors, pens, pencils, markers. You name it, it was there. I reach for the long sharp scissors, I slowly rub my finger along the sharp metal edge.
"These are sharp...that's good" I say excitedly
I run the scissors along my body, finding the spot just below the sternum. Begin to slowly but forcefully squeeze into my body.
"Arghh" I quietly scream as the pain gets greater and greater.
"It's got to be close" I say impatiently.
"Bang" I hear the classroom door slam, I ignore it. Miss Galloway my teacher hears a faint noise coming from me in the storeroom. She quietly creeps over and sees me attempting to stab and kill myself.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING" she runs over shocked and scared. She loses all expression on her face in shock of seeing this. She rips the scissors out of my hands and get holds me and tells me it's all gonna be okay.
But is it all okay though...?
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Love isn't real
Teen FictionSmall Short story that will lead to the full story. A guy who seems like the perfect guy has the worse live. Between love and bullying how will he get through it... will he get through it.
