Wounds

Chapter 1

I wake up on my bathroom floor in a puddle of my own blood with a knife next to me. I can already feel a lot of cuts and bruises. This happens every year. I get up and look in the mirror. I look worse than other times. I hear my three brothers in the other room. I go out of the bathroom. My oldest brother, John walked up to me after I closed the door and punched me in the face.

"Why'd you wake up so late, Lucas? Do you think this is school? You can't wake up this late," John said as I fell against the door and to the floor.

"What the hell man? Why'd you do that? Leave Lucas alone," Mathew said.

Life is always miserable on January 1st for me. Every year John, Mathew and Thomas celebrate and get drunk as hell with their friends and beat me up and cut me. Mathew usually protects me because he is the second youngest after me. I get up off the floor.

"You know what, fuck you John. You fucking failure. You can't even pass school. Let's go Mathew," I said.

"Lucas I can't go, I'll stay here for a bit. You know I wasn't sober yesterday," Mathew said.

I started running before I could cry and ran outside. I ran for a mile and stopped by a big tree. I lied down and started crying. I waited for hours and cried. Eventually one of  John's friends, Jason, showed up. He pulled me off the ground and hit my against a tree. He kept hitting me. He opened up a giant wound where a cut was. I wish I could just be at the bottom of the lake.