Chapter 1
Nothing; I can feel nothing. My vision is blurred; I can see nothing. My throat, it burns; I can say nothing.
Is this what I have been reduced to? A fucking mess, an imbecile and a joke. One big fat joke to the world. And they said it was no longer a cruel place.
Would they be saying that if they saw me now? Hunched In a fucking pathetic ball on the bathroom tiles. Lucky my parents aren't home. Parents. They haven't seen the inside of this place for well over six months, this place that should really be my place.
Always travelling, with 'work'. Work? Work my fucking ass. Yes, my father works but my mother. She could stay here with me; maybe get to know me, but no. Even she runs from me at any opportunity. I am that unbearable to be around.
Gripping the edge of the marble sink, I pull myself of the floor. I stand in front of the mirror for the first time in over an hour and I hate what I see. Nothing is right with the face I see in the mirror, nothing. I stroke my arms; my fingers gently touch each scar. New and old. They used to be only places where people couldn't see them, but I see no sense in hiding them anymore.
The pain in my chest is almost more unbearable than that in my stomach and I allow myself to fall back to the floor.
Maybe it was my turn, at last my time to go. They'll never have to put up with me again.
Because it will be the end;the end of Jack Spicer.