The Broken

Not Living

Aaron P.O.V.

I put my clothes on, which was jeans, a plain grey T-shirt, and my black converse, which had almost worn out.

I slid my black beanie over my head, and grabbed my book bag, which I threw over my shoulder. I raced out of my room with my skateboard in my hand, and began to open the front door.

"Um, Aaron." I heard my dad say.

I turned around slowly and asked, "Yeah?"

"Going out so early? What about breakfast?" he asked, concerned.

"I'll pick up breakfast on my way to school." I said, lying to his face.

I'm a good liar.

"Okay, I love you son." he said, still looking at me suspiciously.

"Love you too dad." I said, now heading out of the door.

I closed the front door behind me, and started to skateboard down to my quiet place.

Rain started to trickle down on my face, and all over the sidewalk, which made the sidewalk very slippery and a bit dangerous to be skateboarding on.

But I'm taking that chance anyways.

**FLASHBACK**

"You only care about the money? Why is my love not good enough for you? Why is that not good enough?" my mom yelled and sobbed so everyone could hear.

"I care about you! What the h*** are you talking about?" my dad asked in a furious tone.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" my mom tried to yell, but couldn't because her voice was cracking and fading away.

"But, honey, come on..." he said, thinking he was going to win her back by just saying 'sorry', which he didn't say at all.

I heard what sounded like my mom slapping my dad and finally yelling with all her might, "IT'S OVER!"

I looked out my window and watched her walk away with an umbrella in her hands, as it rained the whole time they were fighting.

**FLASHBACK OVER**

"Mom," I muttered to myself, while staring blankly into space.

I felt myself falling towards the hard concrete, as I tried to catch myself in air.

But nothing worked. I fell to the ground, and watched my skateboard roll past me. I tried to reach out and grab it, but it was already gone.

I slowly lifted myself up, and sat on the sidewalk, making sure I was alone.

I reached into my pocket and took out my lighter and pack of cigarettes. I took a cigarette out of the package, and put the package back into my pocket.

I lit it, and started to smoke my heart out.

My eyes started to blur, and I felt tears being released continuously out of my eyes and onto my pants and shirt.

I felt my face, and noticed a weird liquidy, warm substance running down my face.

I was bleeding.

My cigarette got burnt out by the rain, and it fell out of my mouth, and onto the road.

I looked down, and started to cry silently in my hands.

This is not the life I want to live anymore.