I slowly drag the razor across my arm. I smile as I bleed. The crimson tide of blood gushed out of my arm. "OK", I think to myself, "I'm alive". I have to check quite often. Sometimes I believe I'm just in a dream. Or a nightmare. I bandage the wound.
The voice in my head screams at me, "YOURE JUST A FUCKING MISTAKE." "Leave me alone" I replied. "NO ONE LOVES YOU" It screams at me again. I lay in my bed and my head screams at me more. I reach for a bottle of pills on my night stand. I dump about eight of the pills down my throat. The voice slowly disappears. I drift off into a short, shallow sleep, only to be woke by my father and my mother arguing. My dad was drunk again. I check my alarm clock, "one forty-seven, GOD DAMN IT, BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP I HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW". Just then my door flings open. My dad walks into the room. "boy... I don't think I like your attitude." I shiver with fear. "DID YOU HEAR ME BOY? I SAID I DON'T FUCKING CARE MUCH FOR YOUR GODDAMN ATTITUDE.". "Please stop". I utter. Just then he picks up a chair and busts me in the teeth with it. My head screams at me again. "JUST FUCKING KILL THIS NO GOOD SCUMBAG, ALL HE HAS DONE FOR YOU IS HURT YOU" I try to argue with him, then a thought rolls through my head. My dad still screeching about how I'm the worst thing that has happened to him, I pick the razor knife and with one swift movement, slash his throat. The thick crimson wave I have come to know once again washes over me, but this time, it feels different. Maybe it was the feeling of different flesh, but all I know was that it is the best feeling I have ever had. So good I just had to do it again. I picked up my lamp and smashed it over his pitiful head, he begged for mercy through coughs of pain. I just laughed. This was his fault. "GREAT JOB, YOU DID SOMETHING RIGHT FOR ONCE IN YOU LIFE". I walked into the living room to find my mom, spatterd in blood. "mom?" I cried "mom, it's OK now, he can't hurt us anymore.". I began to sob. "goodnight Mommy". "HE KILLED THE ONLY PERSON THAT LOVED YOU. THIS IS HIS FAULT, THIS IS THE WORLDS FAULT.". He was right, and I had already had a plan. I went and took a shower. The water in the bottom of the tub turned pink, then back to its colorless state. I went to sleep. When I woke up I hid a 6 inch pocket knife in my bag. Now everyone will be punished. I jump on my bus, and wait.
Notes
I cannot stress enough that all of my work is fiction. DO NOT DO STUFF THATS IN THIS STORY. most people know this but I'd like to make it clear that this is all complete fiction.
