I will (Furry Boyxboy)

Confused thoughts

I entered into my home and closed the door behind me. "quiet. . . I'm home!" I said to the empty room looking around, but nobody was there. I entered into the kitchen and opened the fridge. I found a plate with food inside. I left a heavy breath revealing my truly depressing face.

I guess I'm staying home alone for a while... 

I closed the fridge and walked upstairs. I entered into my room and closed the door behind me. I left my bag in the floor, next to my desk, and opened it. I took out a couple of books and put them over my desk. Then I walked inside my bathroom. I stood up in front of the sink looking down. I grabbed the small scissor very calmly and turned on the tap.

I took off my shirt and revealed some cuts inside my furry arm. I grabbed the scissor very hard with my left hand and started breathing heavily. Then I closed my eyes. I felt my hand shaking, the fur of my body bristly and my blood cold.

I saw my dad, with a bottle on his hand and his leather belt on the other one. I heard my mum crying. . . quietly, begging for who knows what. Even after all the things he did to her, she was always on his side. I was shaking terrified with my eyes closed. 

I started feeling weaker. I kept remembering my dad torturing me. I could feel the same pain when he hit me with his belt, I saw him with his angry and drunk face, I saw my mother crying in one side on the room. My blood on the floor and puddles of tears around it. I saw my dark room without a door. And saw Julian smiling at me. 

I opened my eyes and dropped the small scissor. I supported my left hand on the sink trying not to faint. 

My light brown arm fur was covered with red stains. I saw my blood falling into the sink. I put my arm below the water falling from the tap. It started burning a little but then I felt good, very good. I stayed like that for a couple of minutes. I grabbed a black wet towel and pushed the big wound of my right arm with it. Then I washed the scissor and put it next to the toothpaste, like always. I grabbed a small towel and dried off my arm.

Then I left the bathroom with the black towel wrapped on my arm and put my shirt back on. I lied down in my bed and looked at my white droom. I remembered the day that I asked to Adyson to painted it white, because at first it was painted dark orange.

Why did I stop? . . . Could it be for . . . no . . . kept straight . . . . maybe . . . no I told you . . . . no . . . or maybe . . . No don't be stupid . . . He won't be with you for much you try, you are hallucinating . . . I wasn't going to try anyway. . .

I stood up letting a small growl behind and sat in the chair of the desk. I looked at my arm. I had some cuts in different spots but with help from my fur and my shirt, nobody would never notice.

Then my phone made a 'beep' sound in company with a small shake. I took it out and saw the mail I just received. It was invitation for the next sports games and tournaments in the next months. I really don't care about the sports but I read the small invitation anyway. It has the football tournament next week, and in the end of the football section page it has a picture of the team. I kept scrolling down at the invitation and stopped in the basketball team picture. I looked at it twice, getting closer to the small screen.

It was Julian. He was in the picture of the school's basketball actual team. He even had his name in one side of the picture. "Julian, coleader?".

I saw the date, May 20.

I turned my phone off and jumped into my bed.