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(that's Cole "Jackson" Derby)
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After a long night of endless beating from my dad, i finally lay down with two black eyes and a bruised rib. In my mind i know i shouldn't do it but it helps the pain out so much, so i reach under my bed grabbing my tin box that is holding my cigarettes and razor blades. Oh i forgot to introduce myself but my name is Cole Derby but my friend calls me Jackson and i grew up in a abusive house after my father died and my mother deiced to marry a drunk. As I'm cutting open my wrist for the second time today i light the cigarette that is dangling in my mouth and think back when my best and only friend Christi was alive. I forgot to add my mom is rarely home to witness my continue of abuse from my step dad that has been going on for seven years,yeah i know that fuckin sucks. After my long nights of beatings i normal would open up my veins and smoke or sneak out to Christi house but that stop after she....Never that fact,lets say that just ended. I am a junior at Calvary High School and man do i get bullied all the time when i am at school,and the friend that i think i have is Eric. Yeah he his name sounds white but he is a Mexican and when i can talk to him,he is a pretty cool dude. Looking at my wrist after the bleeding has stopped i see that i have cut over the different ones that i already had on my forehead and i just sat an though "Can i just be saved or if there is a God can he end my life,please". After pleading to who ever is up there i lay back down crying my eye for the pain to be over or for some damn good to happen and i fall asleep.
