Author Note: Hey! So I am back to writing again. Its going to be a bit to get back to my other stories but I needed to write. This one is a bit dark. I used to not write dark things, but a lot has happened to me over the past few years, some of which is why I stopped writing. I lost my mother to suicide. She was the one person who always encouraged me to be myself and to write. Yesterday was the anniversary of her death. It's been four years since. In October, my older sister will have been gone for five years.
WARNING: Possible trigger. This involves suicidal thoughts and self harming. If this triggers you please do not read.
Kielar Storm stood in front of his father as he was being yelled at. The teenage boy wasn't listening, but if his father knew that, then it would only anger him even more. This was why he avoided him. Kielar had a duffel bag in his hand, ready to leave the place he once called home, however, as of late he remained at his best friends house. It was where he was supposed to be headed now, but he wasn't so sure anymore. His father had just received news that he had dropped out of football at school. It was always yelling, Kielar knew he couldn't do anything right in his fathers eyes any longer, it had been that way since he had come out to him.
As the yelling stopped Kielar moved up to his room and lay on his bed. He remained there for some time, staring at the spots on the ceiling. After awhile he pulled out his phone to text Tommy Stark, the friend he often stayed with. 'Can't come over tonight, Dad found out about football' wrote simply and hit send. Tossing the phone on the bed Kielar moved to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror looking at himself.
He remembered when he was happy, when he felt good about himself. Kielar remembered when his father actually loved him. The memories of when he wasn't harassed at school or being shoved around. Kielar wasn't a fighter, he could be, he just didn't like to hurt people though. He had bruises from school where fellow football players had shoved him into lockers. The first time it happened, he dropped his jersey in the coaches office and walked out, but it didn't stop it from still happening.
Now, now his safe haven was being taken from him. As he looked at himself, he knew he was only seeing the ghost of who he once was. He smiled. He used to smile all the time. His aunt would tell him that his eyes were such a beautiful blue color. Now though as he looked at them they were dull. He had bags under his eyes from when the little sleep he would get at night. He just wanted to sleep, and the pills looked like a good answer.
Kielar looked at the bottle in his hand, he hadn't remembered picking it up. It was inviting though. He poured a few in his hand and paused. He knew what he could do to end it. It would be fine, everyone would be better without him, even his sister. 'She hasn't even spoken to me since I told her, she doesn't give a fuck. I could just leave...leave and not have to worry about anything anymore.' tears fell down his face as he thought this. "Nobody would care" he said out loud as he took a few of the pills. Taking in a deep breathe he leaned forward over the sink and splashed water on his face.
This was not the first time he had thought about ending his own life. It had entered his thoughts before, but before he wasn't so far gone, he was just angry. Now, he felt numb. He felt he had no reason to stick around. The first attempt failed because his inhuman side kept him from slitting his wrists. The blade would not penetrate the skin. He had figured it out after though, for the second time. Drugs weakened his skin, he had to attack his body from the outside in.
However, the second time he didn't go through with it, Tommy had interrupted. He was glad in a way that time he was so unsure of what he really wanted. Now there was no hesitation though as he waited for the sleeping pills to start to work. Kielar grabbed the razor and moved back to the bed, ignoring the blinking phone. Time passed as he pressed the razor to his skin and shut his eyes as he felt the pain. It was like a weight was lifted off his shoulder.
Half an hour later Karla storm walked into her twin brothers room, her hand went over her mouth at the sight of the blood around him. She screamed as she ran to his side checking to see if he was still alive. "DADDY! CALL AN AMBULANCE!" she yelled through her tears. "Kie...please be okay..please...please" she begged as she held him close.
Author Note 2- I know its short and very much unbetad. I am looking for a beta if anyone is interested. Its just a short drabble that I wrote off the top of my head. Nothing was planned at all.