Help For The Broken (Polyfidelity)

Chapter Two

Edited

"YOU FUCKIN' PIG. YOU'RE A PIG, KISSING A BOY, A GUY, WITH A DICK!" My Mother shouts at me, making me curl into a ball in the corner of the basement that is now my home. She's glaring at me, it feels like she's degrading me just from looking at me. "YOU WILL STAY DOWN HERE UNTIL YOU HAVE LEARNED YOUR SURPRISE IS READY!" She roars in my face before marching out of the room, the only sounds are of her heels clicking and my pathetic sobbing.

I wake up with sweat pouring down my face, Thomason is looking down at me, with concern etched onto his face. "Lunch is ready, if you feel okay to eat," His voice is soft like he's trying to soothe me. I nod my head, thinking some food will help me to forget about what happened and I was hungry anyway.

Thomason stood up straight and walked to the bedroom door and I followed behind like a lost puppy. we walked past many different rooms, for some reason they were giving me bad vibes. Honestly, it was a little scary and I don't know why.

As I followed Thomason down to the Dining Room, I saw a total of 13 people sitting at the table, all chatting and laughing like nothing was wrong yet something felt very wrong and it was giving me unwanted shivers.

Thomason cleared his throat to get everyone's attention, I gulped nervously when I saw 13 pairs of eyes staring at me. He spoke with a hard, dominating voice. "I would like you all to meet Ian," I looked around the room, everyone looked so different in their own way. The first one I spotted was Elijah, he was as hyper as earlier, if not more, his multi-colour hair was popping out and I didn't understand how or why someone would like that hair colour.

I didn't have a lot of time to get a good look at anyone but Elijah as Thomason spoke up again. "I would like everyone to treat him well and be nice. Now, how about lunch?" Even though no one spoke a word it was like the could tell what the other person was saying and they agreed with each other. Before I could pick my seat, not like I was gonna really pick one just sit in the one I was told to, Elijah grabbed my hand and dragged me to the seat beside him.

He was to the left of me and to the right of me was a short boy, shorter than Elijah. He looked quite pale and was very skinny, almost like he was deprived of food 'See? I told you this was a bad place!' That voice again, it's like it never goes away. " Do they starve you?" I couldn't stop the next words that came out of my mouth, I didn't see anything wrong with them but from the other's reactions, they weren't happy with what I said.

They all stared at me, shocked. It was all painfully quite until I heard a sob coming from beside me, the boy who had been sitting next to me was now crouched down, holding onto the table for balance. Tears were pouring out of his eyes and he looked sick. I was going to crouch down to help the unknown boy up when I was suddenly pushed out of the way and shoved onto the ground. I didn't hurt one bit but triggered a memory in my mind, when the girl pushed me down and tried to- No. I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the horrid memories.

I got up and went to walk back to the boy when Elijah grabbed my hand, effectively pulling me away from the situation in front of us. "Why would you say that?!" He spoke in a not so hushed voice, anger and confusion taking control. I just stared at him with a blank face. I started wondering why they were upset with me, what had I done wrong, again. I was being a bad boy, again.

Thomason walked in at that moment I hadn't even noticed when he left but I definitely noticed when he came back. He looked really upset, almost as upset as Mother looked when she caught me with the boy from school and it scared me, a lot. 'See? There no good, we should get away as soon as we can'

'We can't,' I tell the voice in my head. 'If I leave I have nowhere to go,'

"What is going on here?" Thomason demands. He kneels down beside the boy and speaks softly. "Are you okay Xander?" The boy or Xander nods, still crying but has used little effort to suppress it.

Thomason looks at me and at that moment I sprint upstairs, opening the first door on my left only to find it was a bathroom. It was the room I needed and it had everything I wanted. It felt like my head and stomach was pounding. I leaned over and pucked into the toilet, clearing my stomach. I feel a bad urge to cut and rip my skin apart, it's painful but that's the whole point. That kind of pain makes me numb to any other kind of pain, it's nice and destructive but nice.

I looked around the bathroom in a panic, looking in all the draws and the first thing I see in the bathroom cabinet is a dull razor but it would do. I pull up my too big jumper sleeve and slit my arm, the stinging pain was gratefully accepted. I kept doing this until all I could see was red, red blood. My arms are stinging beyond belief. I decide this isn't enough, I want more! I need more!

I cut my stomach and thighs until I'm covered in blood, I look around for something else to take pills, another razor, more pills, weed, drugs anything! I look around the cabinets under the sink and find a small bottle of pills, Prozac, an Anti-Depressant, Just what I needed.

'See? This is what being here does to you, you would be healthier being at home right now,' I stare at the bottle in a daze, thinking about what my own brain is telling me. I would be better being at home right now. Didn't Mother send me here to get me fixed, how that's going to happen? I don't know, but if Mother's saying it, it has to happen because she's always right no matter what, no matter the time or situation.

I'm forced out of my unhappy daydream by a loud banging on the door, startling me and making me fall over on the hard, white tiles. I quickly tried to understand the situation at hand. I had never done this before and yet, it felt so natural. I mean, I was never an optimist, I like to think realistically but I had never gone as far as to think death as a solution. D-did I just say... Death?

Once again, I was interrupted by another series of loud bangs on the bathroom door, making it shake terribly.

"IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS DOOR IN THE NEXT THIRTY SECONDS YOU'RE GOING TO BE IN BIG TROUBLE IAN!" The loud shouting hurt my head and made me feel really uneasy.

I try to clean myself up as much as I can while Thomason is counting down from thirty in a not-so-quiet voice, dominance leaking out of his mouth like a running tap.

As he starting counting down from ten I shove all the items I used into the bath and pulled the curtain cover thing over.

"FIVE,"

I try to straighten my top and cover my arms.

"FOUR,"

The blood was dripping down my arms, legs and stomach but I tried to ignore the horrible, sticky-ish feeling.

"THREE,"

The pain in my body in almost unbearable and I feel like screaming in agony even though I was the one who caused the pain.

"TWO,"

I hurriedly unlocked the door, my hand to my shoulder shaking violently.

Once the door was open I stood face-to-face with a very very upset Thomason and Xander, who looked really upset and had a tear streaked face.

The other boys were behind him, looked disappointed and even Elijah for once wasn't jumping up and down, he looked at me with a blank, pale white face.

I was beyond scared, and I had no idea what to do. 'If anyone, anyone out there can hear me, please help me, please,'

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~~TheDemonOmegaGod~~