Emotions
Right into his bedroom he went after he came home from school. When he entered, he noticed a picture of his mom lying on his nightstand. It must've been his dad's, who was probably in his room earlier. He knows he still misses her. She's been dead for sixteen years now… HE was sixteen years old. Fang also noticed his top drawer was open. His dad must have been going through his wallet again. He was right. Sixty dollars were missing. Ever since his mom died at birth, his dad had gone crazy. He turned into an addict, didn't even show up to his house sometimes. And now Fang's the one who's frustrated with the life he has to live. Thinking what if he died? Would his dad be too busy with heroin to even notice or care, or will he finally wake up from the junky life he's been living? Either way, he just couldn't handle it anymore.
So with that anger raging inside of him, he went to his bathroom, locked the door and took out his razor. He felt the adrenaline run thru his whole body as he glided the sharp metal through his left wrist. Loving the feeling this was giving him he brought the razor closer and made the deepest cut he could handle, right on his left forearm. Lost… was how he felt right now. He didn't know what to do. He just sat at the edge of the tub, looking at the blood run down his forearm and wrist, dripping from his fingertips, and making a small puddle of blood on the bathroom floor. As he sat there, staring at his own blood, he couldn't help but want to disappear. Maybe even run away for once. Away from school. Away from his dad. Away from life.
With his eyesight becoming blurry and feeling dizzy, he let a single tear fall. He could just let himself go. Feeling as if he'd be better off gone, maybe even dead. Through the blurriness of his vision, he saw a lot of blood on the floor and on his left forearm. He started getting tired and decided to shut his eyes. As he sat there, eyes closed, feeling peaceful as ever, he just didn't care about himself anymore. That was the last thought he had as he drifted off to sleep. A sleep he would be in forever and eternity.
The End.