Have you ever felt like running away? I have. Just because I am different. Sometimes, sometimes I just can't take it. The constant teasing, the malicious laughter, the punches... It's so hard to take in. I-I just can't deal with it anymore. I wouldn't care if I died right here and now. Everything I lived for is gone. Gone. My dad... He- he is... I can't seem to say it. It hurts too much to remember. Why can't I just forget? Is that just too much to ask for? Can I have my happiness back? I deserve that, don't I...? Don't I! I can't believe I am resorting to this... It's wrong and dad would disapprove. I mean ever since he found out I started...

Flashback

It was small and cool to the touch. It was also very sharp. Perfect. That's just what I need. Maybe, it will help me deal with the pain. I twirled it in my finger. It was a regular razor and seemed to fit perfectly in my palm. To think days ago I wouldn't even think about ruining my "perfect" skin. Now, now it seems as though my skin needs to be a darker hue. I touched the edge of the blade. So very sharp, now all I need to do is...

I pressed it to my skin and dragged it down. Not deep enough to seriously injure me, but just enough to feel the pain. To my surprise I have not yelped yet. I stayed silent throughout the whole process. I watched as the little droplets, like rubies, slowly fell down my arm. It felt good for some reason. There was no pain whatsoever. Just the pleasure in knowing that all the pain I have accumulated is being let out.

School was so different now. Even my boyfriend David. He seemed to enjoy torturing me the most. The constant teasing about my height, my voice, and my clothes has gotten me fed up with him. I just can't seem to take it anymore. I mean why should I? I could break up with him... right? It was just that simple

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I did not hear the door open.

"SON!" Exclaimed a familiar voice.

I quickly tried to cover my arm, "DAD?"

"What the hell do you think you're doing son?" He yelled.

"I-I was..."

He took off his hat and rubbed his head, "This is all my fault isn't it?"

"It's not, it's just complicated..." I explained.

"Is that Karofsky kid pressuring you into something you don't want to do?" He asked while he glared.

I was taken aback, "No, of course not! He loves me and I love him. I'm not ready and neither is her. End of story."

He looked slightly embarrassed, "Then why the hell are you cutting?"

"B-because I -I can't take it anymore. The bullying, dad. It's too much. People think that I turned David gay dad! They slushee me every day, send freaking DEATH threats, and they sometimes become a little too serious." I softly said.

He looked as if he was physically being hit, "THEY WHAT?"

"Dad, just leave at alone. Please." I begged.

He stared at me and spoke, "If there is any more death threats tell me. We don't want this to happen again."

I smiled, "I promise, I will never do it again."

He stared at the cut, "Let's clean it up."

End of Flashback

I had never been so scared in my life, little did I know what was to come...