Promise? (boyxboy)

One

Hello readers! Thanks for clicking on my story. I want to say sorry in advance for the grammar or spelling mistakes..don't hate me okay? Also this story does deal with some mental disorders, suicidal actions, self harm, and other sad things. If this will be a trigger of any sort please don't read it. You're all beautiful.

"Tyler please eat something." My mother pleaded as her eyes bore into the top of my head. I was staring down at the food on my plate and refused to talk. "Tyler you haven't said a word in over a week. It's getting old." My dad's gruff voice said.

Don't eat...You're fat. Fat. Fat. Fat. 

I winced as the voice that wasn't my own spoke to me. I've had the voice since I can remember. It controls me.

You know what you fat pig? I think today is the day! Today is the day that you will kill yourself. I mean, nobody here cares for you. Freak. Your own sister stares at you as if you're a wounded puppy. Going to break at any minute.

I continued to push the mashed potatoes around on my plate as my mother huffed and sat back in her chair. My dad just looked from her to me before continuing to eat his food.

You need to prepare yourself for what's about to happen. Tonight is the night! Can you believe it! No more sadness, no more eating, no more me! All you have to do is succeed and I'll be gone! Simple as that.

I took a sharp breath in through my nose as I stood up from the table. "Tyler. Sit your butt down right now and have dinner with the rest of the family. Please." My mother pleaded as silent tears rolled down her cheeks. I shook my head quickly and didn't bother to push in my chair as I made a get away towards the comfort of my own room.

Now you can lose weight since you skipped dinner! Good job Tyler. I'm very proud. Now listen to me very closely. You are nothing. A nobody. Everyone hates you. You're not worthy to be loved. Ha HA HA! Even I hate you and I'm all just in your head.

After closing and locking the door to my bedroom, I sank down onto my bed.

NO what are you doing you lazy butt! Get up and get the razor. You know where to go from there.

My eyes were dry with the tears I would never shed. Today is the day! The day I get to finally be happy. The day the voice goes away. The day I no longer am controlled.

I stalked off to the bathroom as the voice inside was screaming at me.

You're stupid! Ha! I can't wait till this is all over. Nobody loves you.

I opened up the slide in mirrors above my sink and got my small, silver friend from its hiding place.
*trigger warning*
I smiled down towards it as if I'd know it for years. My friend. My release from pain. I rolled my sleeves up on my red sweater I was wearing. I held the razor between my thumb and pointer as I rubbed my scars with my middle finger.

Just more to add to your ugly arms

I ran the silver blade over my wrist and little beads of red appeared on my skin. I did it again. And again. 25. 50. 60. I lost count. My arm was bleeding everywhere and I couldn't tell where it was a cut or just running blood. I smiled.

Yes! This is it! Now I want you to get your antidepressants and get into the tub.

I listened. After putting my razor on the counter I striped out of my clothes until I was only in my boxer briefs. Blood was dripping on the floor and everywhere I touched left behind a crimson stain. I grabbed my pill bottle from behind the mirror and started the bath. As the water rose I continued to slice at my other arm. Both arms were now covered with blood and my vision was getting fuzzy from loss of blood.