Sky's P.O.V
I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock buzzing, signaling that it was time for me to start getting ready for school. I groaned and lazily hit the snooze button. I should probably explain who I am. My name is Adam, though just about everyone calls me Sky. I am a lonely, depressed & abused boy, who is an anorexic loser. I've got no friends, and I cut myself. The main cause of all of my depression is my father. My mother died in a car crash. He would always tell me that her death was my fault, and after a while, I started to believe him. She would probably still be alive if I hadn't told them my biggest secret.
*FLASHBACK*
I was 14 years old, in the car with my parents in the car as my dad drove. I was going to tell them the biggest secret I had.
"Mom, Dad, can I tell you guys something?" "What is it, sweetie?", my mom replied. My dad just nodded, his eyes focused on the road.
"I'm, I'm g-gay", I told them. Suddenly, the car lurched forward as my dad yelled, "WHAT!?"
He then looked at me, taking his hands off the steering wheel as he tried to punch me while screaming, "I will NOT have a gay fag as a son!" But my mom tried to stop him while saying, "Markus please stop! He's your son!" During the struggle, my dad accidentally hit the steering wheel with his elbow and we went swerving into a stoplight.
He must have grabbed my arm, thinking it was my mother's. But as soon as he found out it was me, he threw me back a bit and started to search for my mom. Once I got off the ground, I went over to help him look for her. But once I found her, I had to resist the urge to throw up. Her body was mangled up, all covered in blood, her eyes struggling to stay alive. She then looked at me and said, "I'll always love you, Sky". Then she closed her eyes and fell into a deep slumber to which she'd never awake from.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
Ever since then, my dad would beat me for countless hours almost on a daily basis, screaming at me that I was the one who caused her to die, that it was my fault. That's why I started cutting myself. There's a part of me that just wishes I could just die, but the other part is urging me to stay alive for my mom. This part exists because she told me that she'd always love me. She said nothing to my dad before she died. This was the only thing that gave me the need to live, the only thing that gave me hope about life.
Once I was all dressed, I crawled out my window to avoid getting beaten by my dad, and headed out to school.
I had a feeling that today would be….interesting.