The Cliff
Wolfram's on a cliff and is slowly falling. Can anyone save him? Semi-school fic.
The red liquid that drips off my arms. There is pain that runs through my body. I lay here till my body stops stinging. My eyes close as my mind wanders. My friends, no, enemies lead me here, along with my family.
I had a few strings of sanity left, they cut them. I was miles from the cliff, then they lead me there.
My parents were the ones who told me about the cliff. My father left me, he left us. He left after I was born, I guess he knew I was going to be a loser and an idiot as soon as he saw me. I hated him for leaving us! I always have and always will! He made the cliff, deep and bottomless as it could be. My mom got pushed down her cliff. She started blaming me for his leaving us. She drank and smoked and quit her job. She started hurting me. (Three more cuts joined my arm.) Every time she saw my face, I could see her eyes fill up with hate. She'd beat me and hurt me, I felt scared to just relax at home, because there and to her, a relaxing day at home ment her beating the living shit out of me. She would lock me up in my room, the basement, and rarely feed me.
My brothers would ignore me. As soon as they could, they left me there as they lived somewhere else. Conrad said he would take me with him. He said I could live with him, safe and fun… but he never showed up. He lied. I know they never loved me, they just faked it, I could see it in their eyes. That made me so mad, and happy that they would fake it… But now I hate them. (Four more danced on my skin now.) They drove me there, and laughed as I had no idea what was going on.
Then, after I snuck out of MY own house, I would suffer at school. They started talking about me behind my back, and I was right next to them. They'd start spreading rumors around, that weren't that far from the truth. They started hurting me permently. They would laugh at me and make me hurt emotionally. They would shun me and tell me that I'm not useful, that hurt me mentally. As for physically, I have bruises that prove that theory. They guided me to the edge, and let me go to the edge.
Last is HIM. He would be nice and talk to me, he gave me hope. He made me smile, laugh, He gave me reason to trust anyone again. I was having fun. He made me feel needed. Sometimes he would even stand up for me at school. I trusted him so much that I told him about my pain. I told him everything, because he was nice and helpful in everything. And…that's where I went wrong. He went behind my back and just yelled at me. He said he hated me and always had. He said he wanted me dead and that I was useless and not needed. He only pretended that he was this way. Now that I think about it, I could always see indifference in his eyes…but I was to happy to see it. He pushed me down. Down the black abyss and smirked while doing so.
Five more cuts grew and my arm looks like its dyed red. My body won't move and I'm cold. And tired. This time when I close my eyes, I won't open them. The sad thing is that, part of me thinks that I'll be missed, but I know it's that fake hope Yuuri Shibuya made. I know no one will care and that no one…will…miss me…
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