I walk home, scared to open the door, I slowly twist the knob as I'm greeted my my father.
"IMMA KICK YOUR ASS!" He says and pulls my shoulder and pulls me into the 'knife room' "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" he yells, grabbing a cleaver.
"with someone who actually cares that I'm alive" I mummble as he barely heard me, and I put my head down.
he grabs my curls and yanks my head up.
"WELL ITS DAMN SURE, I DONT CARE AT ALL ABOUT YOU" he yells and I sigh
he digs the knife into my thigh and I clench my teeth as the blade goes almost an inch deep, he grabs a smaller knife and aims for my chest as I flex to make it hurt less, he plunges the knife into my stomach as I groan in pain. he then grabs a small kitchen knife and cuts little slits on my face.
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I grab the bleach out of the cabinet and carefully pull it into my room as I twist off the cap and breath, a tear falls down my cheek but I don't mind it as I chug the whole bottle of bleach.
the room gets blurry as I fade away....
can I get an 'oh shit'?
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Trying Too Hard //jian
FanfictionJc is the nerd, the outcast that always gets bullied for being gay, Kian is the jock, the most famous guy in the school. (WARNING- involves Self harm, bullying, suicide, fighting, etc.)
