"You're the reason she left!" Dad screams at me as I lay helplessly in the floor. Blood runs in a steady line from my nose into my lips, the saltiness making me cough out in disgust. Now blood splatters dot the kitchen tile.
"Your mother didn't love you! But she still left! She could've killed you! It would've made us all happier! Why don't you ever just stop? Huh Julian? Fucking kill your self and make everyone around you happy finally! You think there's anyone left who cares? There is no one!"
I desperately try to crawl away from his shouting but my arms are too weak. I've only managed to move one inch forward when a kick to the ribs sends me sputtering for air again.
"Dad...stop...please...." I wheeze out, my breaths hitching.
"Never call me that again! You don't deserve to call me that! Just admit it! It's all your fault!"
I cough up more blood when i try to open my mouth to answer. It is all my fault. It's all my fault. It's my fault my mother left. It's my fault dad's like this. It's my fault I'm like this. It's my fault. I destroy everything I touch.
"It's- it's m-my fault." I stutter out.
My dad picks me up and pushes me against the wall. My head slams back, and a whole new type of pain blossoms. Everything's spinning now...
"Say it again. Say it louder!" He demands.
"I can't- I can't breathe..." I wheeze out. My dad's arm is across my chest. It feels like his arm is crushing my entire upper body.
A sick look fills my dad's eyes. "Oh, you can't breathe?"
His hands creep up to around my neck and start to squeeze. Now I can barely feel the trickle of air coming in and out my throat.
I claw at his hands but his grip is too strong. I can't breathe...for real this time. Dark spots appear in my vision.
Maybe you're dying. Maybe you should just give into it. Come on Julian. What do you have left to live for?
Mia. I have Mia.
Mia would be much happier with anyone else. Someone who could actually help her.
It's right. I really don't have anything left. A feeling of calmness surges through me. I stop fighting back at my dad. I can feel myself slipping into the dark.
"Dad, stop! Julian!" The shrill screams pierces my ears, but it's too late.
Everything goes black.
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lmao basically. this story is bad. it romantivizes mental illness so hard it hurts. but I wrote the ending in like 2018. so. here it is. bon appetit.
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