Broken

Chapter 14 - rewritten

Art was boring and uneventful just as I expected, I am halfway through my second bottle when the break bell rings. Walking into the cafeteria, I sit at a random empty table. I was there for about 5 minutes before; I hear chairs scraping. Looking up i see my brothers. After seeing Lucas, I take a large gulp. He takes the bottle off me. Sitting up with a heavy head, I allow it to fall back onto the table. Someone tugs at the back of my jumper. Ignoring it I close my eyes and mumble a "fuck off"

"No, we want you dead." I hear a girl sneer from behind me. Well, that would make my job easier and a lot of people happy.

"Rob!" I shout attempting not to slur my words.

"Yes boss." I hear after a few moments and some heavy steps.

"Can you keep these idiots away from me I can't be bothered?" I ask not listening for a reply, but knowing the job is done as I hear screeches from girls being pulled away. Pulling out my phone I put my ear phones in and the familiar tune and lyrics fill my head as I mumble along to the lyrics.

"Lately I've been sick of living and nobody knows how I'm really feeling

I always hated to smile, but it keep what is killing me hidden inside

I didn't sign up to be the hero, but I don't want to wind up a villain

I put my daughter to bed, then attempted to kill myself in the kitchen

Yeah, I should've screamed, but nobody listened

So I passed out with the blood drippin'

In this glass house, feeling like a prison

Me and death keep tongue-kissin'

I just fell out with my lil' bro, the life getting to us

The drink getting to us, the drugs getting to us

This highway to hell and everybody knew it

The fuck are we doing? I'm feeling like"

I let out a deep sigh as I continue to listen to songs, the bell chimes but I don't move until I feel myself being yanked up. I pull away from the grip and walk away trying my hardest not to stumble or fall, turning I see it was Lucifer that pulled me up. We make eye contact and I see he is hurting, which pains me. Shaking it off I go to my next lesson ignoring everyone and everything.

The rest of my day goes the same, lunch the same as break. After the day passes, I head home, jumping in my car I roll a blunt driving off blasting music and smoking my life away. If my life style doesn't bring me an early death, I don't know what will. I drive and drive through the streets eventually finding an abandoned parking lot, after an hour my phone begins to blow up. I sigh turning it off, not bothering to look at the messages or missed calls. Getting out of my car I lay on the bonnet and smoke some more until I can no longer move. I can't move, I can't see straight and I'm numb to the world just like it should be.

I don't know how long I layed like that but I am brung out of my state by water droplets falling onto my skin, stiffly with a slight struggle I sit up, and get into my car. Inside I still can't feel anything and my skin is itching for the feel of the blade across my skin. I pull my switchblade from the glove compartment along with a bottle of alcohol that's sits there to. I take a few swigs whilst staring at the blade in my hand.