Love Hurts

Love Hurts

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I lay in the floor feeling nothing but pain. My dad just stormed out of the house after coming home drunk and beating the living hell out me for no reason at all. After two years you would think that I would be used to it by now. When I can finally stand I grab the wall and work my way up the stairs. I get to the top and can walk better now so I walk to the bathroom connected to my room. I look under the sink for my bag. I find it and put it on the counter and pull out my razor and make a cut on my left arm for each time this has happened this week. I go to start on the next arm when I get a text from a friend at school. " Hurry your ass up your going to be late!" I clean and dress my wounds and fifteen minutes later I'm out the door in a black hoodie, white long sleeved shirt and black skinny jeans.
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!!Trigger warning: suicide, Implied/Referenced Self Harm!! Warnings before sections. . This book is currently discontinued, if I find motivation to finish it it is not in the foreseeable future. . "Trust me." His voice was soft and calming, the way that a good father could be assumed to sound. "This isn't what you want, it never has been and it never will be. Confusion is difficult to work through, but if you just let me help you, I can show you that it can be worked through." He rolled up his sleeve, showing several white streaks across his skin. The other was shocked. "N-no, I'm not good for anything, I'm nothing there's nothing for me." He shook his head many times, holding it in his hands after a bit. "No." "Can I touch you?" The boy who was trying to help this poor soul had approached a few paces. His voice was now quieter, more soft, and still caring. The boy at the bridge took a moment to think, then nodded his approval. The savior gently took the boy's hands delicately in his own and gently pulled the boy back. Well, less of a pull and more of a gentle suggestion. It worked and the boy stumbled down off of the edge. The boy started to cry. How could he be so weak that a boy, the same age as him, who seemed to have the same ideas and hatred toward himself as he, could keep him from stepping off? The other simply gently led him to his vehicle and took out a water bottle out of the backseat. The boy took it and looked at it suspiciously. "It's untampered, look, it's still sealed." Upon seeing this, the boy opened it and took a few sips of water. "Thank you. For the water." The savior smiled. "It's nothing much." He shrugged. "Have a phone? If you want I can put my number in and then you'll always be able to tell someone if you're having a pissy day." Surprisingly enough, the boy agreed. . They would both be around twenty.

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