I awake in a cold sweat, as the constant screaming in my ear won't stop. I reach over and slam my hand against my clock and the screaming stops, for now. Before I rise out of the bed I look over to my dresser and see the reminiscence of last nights' events littered across it. I get up, place down the piece of paper on my bed, take the razor and rinse the blood off, and shave. The stirring from across the house begins, and I look to see a flashing red 5:47am on my clock. Great, too late to miss mom and dad again. Dad gets up off the couch and without speaking looks directly at me, then proceeds to the china cabinet where he keeps the alcohol. After moments of no luck at finding his Jack Daniels he finally realizes it's smashed on the ground at the foot of the couch. He stumbles to the desk to grab his keys and heads clumsily out the door to buy more. Fifteen dollars and seventeen cents. Every day, for the past 8 months.
I battle with the daily struggle, but once again decide to put the razor down directly after shaving rather than making new marks. It was then my mom rose and I knew I needed to hurry. I grabbed my bag and tried to run out of the door as fast as possible, even though the bus didn't come for another half hour. As I pushed the door open it was immediately closed again and my mom stood in the doorway.
"Where the hell are you going, the bus comes at 6:40." she glanced down and grabbed my arm. "There ya go bud, that'll get you places." She slapped the fresh wounds, then walked away chuckling so I took it as a chance and bolted out the door.
I walked to my bus stop but then walked past it and kept going. I needed to get out of there, school was as bad if not worse than home. I was in a haze, just going to an unknown destination for a known reason. I just needed to hurry, mom probably found the note by now and was calling the cops. That is, if she cared enough. Every single day I lived through this hell, every day the same routine of constant abuse at home and at school, I couldn't avoid it the hardest I tried. The darkness day by day slowly took over more and more of me until finally I couldn't find anything pure of good in myself. I was walking on an overpass when I heard two sirens in the distance coming from the direction of my house, and getting louder fast. I stood still at the edge of the overpass until the vehicles were visible and stopped in front of me. They both got out of their squad cars and yelling, but I couldn't hear a word. Without a word or a glance at the officers, I climbed up onto the ledge and looked down. About 40 feet, but since we hadn't had rain in weeks, jagged rocks pointed out from the once flowing river. The one cop, a female one, approached me begging me to stop, and the male followed suite. I turned my back to the drop and faced the officers. They were getting progressively closer, the female was almost in arm's reach now.
I flashed her a big bright smile, and dropped. The fall lasted just a few seconds but felt like minutes, hours even. I had closed my eyes and turned forwards with my face toward the ground. The wind whipping my face was extremely comforting, it reminded me of one time when I was 8. Me and mom and dad were all at the amusement park, dad was sober and mom was happy. We all went on The Zipper together, and every time on the way down I would feel the wind slashing at my face like it was now, and it was a nice feeling.
The first thing to hit the rocks was my left leg and I felt the sharp rock pierce my leg and rip through the ligaments and muscle of the flesh. The pain was almost unbearable, but thankfully only lasted for a short moment before the rest of me crashed down, motionless.
