This was it. One final move and it was all over. The pain, the suffering, the torture. With one vast cut, my soul would be saying it's final goodbyes to the world by the blood leaking from my veins into the open air. No one remaining in this world loved me. After my mom died of emphysema, my dad had gone in to a full psycho mode. He went ballistic, taking out all anger on me specifically; not the punching bag, not the wall, me. After previously 'disowning' my aunt and uncle (my mom's decision), my dad invited them back into my life, to fulfill his plan in making my life hell. Of course, with the eventful death of my mother, my life had already been a mad house. Now, it was much, much worse. Daily, my aunt and uncle raped me, with my fortunate luck, they were in to any and all BDSM shit. Everything hurt about it, the whips, chains, choking, and doubled pain added to the already continuing torture.
No one to love, and no one to love my damned soul. I was a stray, or the outcast, of all social groups in high school. I am the human punching bag, my only importance to everyone. Even the girls beat up on me. Not that my life could get much worse, but nobody on the earth knew of my 'queerness', as they would call it. I am gay. Homosexual, queer, femme, faggot, butch, whatever word could possibly be related to being gay. It's who I am. But being who I am is unfortunately unaccepted in society, continuing with consistent bullying, and targeting. So I keep that as a secret.
My skin is wrecked, torn into scars. All over my thighs, wrists, even my stomach, is a plentiful amount of scars, each with it's personal feeling and moment. Burns, cuts, any type of self harm imaginable really. My gut was beginning to thin out, revealing my wide hip bones and small rib cage, due to recently becoming anorexic. I could never be bulimic, no matter how many times my fingers reached down into the depths of my throat, they return only with a gag and a regretfully sharp intake of air. No matter how much water I drink, food I eat, it all stays down and goes out the other end. But what can you even make come up when all you eat is air, most of the time?
I took one final, deep breath. Picking up the freshly sharpened blade, I took it to my skin. Slowly, I let it lay onto my skin. One...Two… Three...Go. My hand drug the blade up the length of my left arm. The blood oozed out quickly, gushing out and off the sides of my scar covered arm. I made sure to bring it all the way back to my inner elbow, to ensure the death which was soon to come, just in case there happened to be any disturbances.
Suddenly, my bedroom door flew open, revealing someone dressed as a doctor on the other side. I realized I had unintentionally fallen to the ground, slamming my head on the floor in the process. Why a doctor had been in my house, I didn't know. But it was unfortunate. A small smirk formed on my face, from ear to ear, I could feel my body give in to the soul being captured away to the dead. I felt myself fading, soon my eyes were unable to stay open any longer. I released my final breath and welcomed death.
Take me away, please.
A/N: Sorry it was so short, I jut wanted to post a quick start to the story! Part 2 might be just as short, if not a bit longer. But every chapter continuing on will be LONG, trust me! Haha.
Also, I do plan on bringing in other band members and famous people into the story, but you won't know who!~ Tehe~! :* I love you guys, and I have decided that after I post the second part of this, I want at least 2 comments and 5 reads before I post anymore, please! Make my stories known! (: