Just another guy (2)

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Once I quit crying I decided it was time again. I reached for my phone, I had somthing special Hidden in the case, I take off the case revealing a beautiful small metal blade. a sick smile spread across my face... I take the blade in my hand and take off my skinnies revealing my legs. my thighs covered in multiple scars. I drag the blade across my right thigh multiple times and I various areas of my thigh. blood soon spilling out the sick smile on my face getting wider...
I clean up any blood and put my blade back. I decide not to eat tonight. I stay in my room listening to various bands including Three Days Grace, Breaking Benjamin, Tapt, Black Veil Brides.
I lay on my bed just staring at the ceiling occasionally a few tears escape. soon I drift to sleep.
I wake up. "its 3am really?" I say looking at my clock. I check my phone. of corse no notifications. I stay up on tumbler and YouTube until 6am then I begin getting ready for school. I've got on my Green Day "American Idiot" tee shirt with black skinnies, a checkered belt, bracelets, and my black Converse.
I walk to school and stop by the gas station by my school to buy a Monster before school.
Soon after I get to school the bell rings signaling the beginning of the school day. I see Jonathan (I swear he is my only friend) he looks a lot like me but with brown hair that's not a poofy as mine. he's wearing a BVB shirt with gray skinnies with ripped knees, a studded belt, black converse and his wrists are covered in band bracelets.
God he's beautiful. wait woah I've gotta stop thinking like that. I go up and say hey. we walk to math togather today and successfully avoid a a beating.
We go to lunch. eat, talk even laugh. "Hey, exited for tonight" I say to Jon. "yea" he responds "it sucks we only get to hang on Fridays now" John comes over on Fridays after school and we hang out until Saturday after noon.
After school is over we began to walk towards my house. we successfully got home without any beatings.

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