" gay fuckhead get your stupid ass down here!" My dad shouted. He gets me so pissed off that i feel suicidal and depressed. Why cant he go get drunk and buy another prostitute? "I'm coming !" I yelled annoyed. "Don't you raise your voice at me sean !" My asshole of a dad yelled." I told you it's Jack" I mumbled. As I walked down my dad grabbed me by the neck of my shirt and threw me out the door stretching my shirt, and leaving a deep red mark on my neck. Great, I think now my collars ripped. As I walk to school I pass by some bullies. " Hey puke head." One of them says, " are you ready for your knuckle sandwich?" "No thanks, I already ate." I bravely say. For once I was proud of myself for being brave, but the feeling did not last long as a fist connected with my face. As that happens I think to myself to never be brave again. "Your not so tough now are you sean?" He says in a mocking voice. It just so happens to be mark. The bully I'm in love with. Yep i am gay. I know it is weird to have crush on your bullies or someone who harms you, but he was cute. Especially when his hair was died pink. I am thinking of this all as I am being kicked and spit on. While that is happening I start thinking about which tool I am going to use to release my demons and frustration. Hammer,no wrench,no screwdriver,yes. Then they stop. After they leave I get up grimacing in pain to start walking to school. ---------------time skip----------- when I get home I go straight to the tool box to get a screwdriver. Then I bring it down on my foot. Hard. I try not to scream in pain as I pull it. As I look down, I notice its bleeding. A lot. This brings me a sick pleasing joy. Next I move onto my other foot pretending its one of the bullies that were attacking me this morning. Again another wave of pleasing joy from my blood. I then lay my left arm flat and I stabbed deep to the bone. Once again a pleasing sort of pain came over me. I knew my dad would be back from the bar soon, so I hurried and cleaned the blood. As I was finishing bandaging my arm my dad started pounding on the bath room door. "Hurry the fuck up faggot, I need to take a piss!" My dad yelled menacingly. I yelled back " Im almost done!" My dad said "dont yell at me and quit pulling your patch of skin do that somewhere else!" As he said that I finished. When I opened the door my dad threw me like a rag doll. Then I went to my room to prepare for tomorrow.
