Oh what a waste of a perfectly good, clean wrist
You were screaming till the police came.
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4 years ago...
I woke up the next day with a hangover, something I'd never experienced before. I was light-headed and I couldn't control my moves, my stomach was hurting and I was very sleepy. I quickly went to the bathroom and bent over the toilet, throwing up and getting the never wanted taste in my mouth.
I then washed my teeth hundreds of times and prepared myself for today's school. When I was ready I tried silently getting out of my room, stepping down the old stairs and about to get in the living when I saw my mother on the sofa, looking like shit and with empty bottle of vodka on the floor. Seems like she had the same idea as me.
As I was about to back away, not wanting to interact with her or my brother's, she turned her head my way, her red eyes showing nothing but sudden anger towards me.
"You!" she screamed as she got up and started walking towards me. I learned that running away would only do worse by now so I stayed still, waiting for her punches and insults to come, and there they were.
"How dare you even show your face!" she said before punching me in the cheek hard, making me slightly fall but I kept my balance "How dare you not even care about your father's death! How dare you not care about him or us after all we did! We gave you a home, we gave you a family! What did you do? Ignored us and avoided us, being a bad child!" she yelled louder, waking up my siblings, and hit me in the ribs, making me fall to the ground while she repeatedly kicked my ribs and stomach, making some tears fall on the wooden stairs because of the pain and some blood spots appear on my white hoodie.
After she finished letting out her anger on me, I slowly got up and hurried as fast as I could in my room, locking it. I went to change my white hoodie in a black one then went to the bathroom, taking out some foundation and applying it on the visibly forming bruises before deciding on leaving the house out the window like I'd use to do some days to avoid them.
I went down the ladder outside my window then went to the front of the house, barely catching the bus and sat in my usual spot. Scott took his seat next to me and I was still trying to get used to having a friend and sitting near someone because if I wanted to be his friend I should be used to those things.
The ride to school was mostly silent except for Scott trying to get to know some things about me I kept hidden deep inside my soul. I didn't answer him, I kept losing myself in my thoughts, instantly forgetting all of his questions as soon as he asked them. I will eventually tell him my story, maybe not in the bus but today...
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Half of classes already passes and Scott was walking me to my next one, making small talk to fill the silent air when the old loser jocks came to me, turned me around so I was facing them and shoved me in the lockers, making my back and ribs hurt from the earlier beating.
"Hey kid, I heard your father died, is that true?" he asked with amusement in his voice, making me confused while I nodded and waited for him to say something else "Well how did he die? Did he kill himself like you tried to? I think he did, I think he couldn't bear living in a house infected by you and your stupidity, having to see your face daily and having to take care of someone like you."
His words cut me deep like knife, I couldn't talk. I didn't know what to say. After a few seconds of silence I finally spoke "Actually he got hit by a car when he pushed a little girl out of a car's way" I gave him a soft smile. The father that hated me and my existence, that took me in for egotistic reasons and made my life worse saved the life of a toy for a small young girl in exchange of his own.
"That's a bad story you just made up, you probably don't want people to know the real story so you feel better. That kind of a person couldn't be related to a stupid worthless girl like yo-" he was going to continue but got cut off by Scott's fist meeting his jaw, making him fall to the ground, his head hitting the lockers.
I was surprised, he never did that before, he was a very peaceful person "He wouldn't stop being an idiot and lying..." he mumbled before looking me in the eyes.
I just chuckled "He can't stop being something he was born to be" I smiled at him, a somewhat real one, but not quite there.
He smiled and when he saw the hurt bully on the floor he took my hand and made me run through the sea of kids, heading to the lockers in the gym.
"I want you to tell me your story"he said bluntly while turning around to look at me.
I didn't know what to say, I didn't know if I could trust him not leaving me or becoming a bully after I tell him about my past and present, but I needed to do it before I could see that, so I started my story after a moment a silence, from my mom's death to my abusive adoptive parents and my adoptive dad's death, how everything made me feel and bad habits, how I wanted to end my life but couldn't and felt like a failure because of everything. I told him about EVERYTHING except about Devily. She was my little hidden demon and I needed to keep her that way.
By the time I was done he was crying and he suddenly hugged me so tight me probably made my bruises worse but when I made a small pain sound he remembered about my ribs and loosened the hug, still keeping it somewhat tight but not enough to hurt me. I hugged back, carving the feeling of caring, a feeling I didn't really know anymore.
When we got out of the lockers the class was already pretty much over so we didn't head there, we headed to the garden and waited there until it signalized the end of the class and we both went separate ways, him leaving me at my next period's door.
I felt a bit... relieved now that someone knew and that someone was there, though I still didn't knew what would this turn into.
I walked inside the empty classroom and sat in the far back corner, waiting for the teacher and students, near her shadow silhouette and demon eyes, my hand slightly brushing against her's sending shocks down my spine and into my body, making the pain in my body worse, just the way I liked it. I didn't need anything else now, no overthinking about unimportant things, no crying over past events, just me at that moment, feeling the pain control my body.
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Soulless eyes.
Random"You used to be so happy, so cheerful and positive. You used to be the reason eveybody's hopes were still there. I miss that old Angel. Where is she? What have you done with her?" he asked with tears in his eyes and pain in his voice. "Scott, she ne...
