A/N I DON'T OWN GLEE PLEASE REVIEW. PLEASE PLEASE.
Needless to say the moment Mr. Schue said "Okay you guys can go home." I was out the door leaving a confused Quinn in my wake. My leg was feeling much better and so was I. Maybe the goth music we lisened to was the cure for years of physical and emotional abuse. Wrong. I'm pretty sure it was just because school was out.
Then I realized no school, no football, no plans. I have to go...home. Again I shuddered. My mind instantly ran through possible things I could do to avoid going home. Nothing came to mind. Father was right I was alone. I didn't want to bother anyone by calling them and I really didn't want to talk to Quinn, so I put my earphones in my ears and trudged to my personal torture chamber. I deserved it though. It was amazing Father even put up with me. With giving me an education and a roof over my head. He's done a lot for me and I haven't done anything for him. I've been lazy,disrespectful, dumb, and deserved everything he gave me. That doesn't mean I have like it.
I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't realize I was already at the front door of our small one floor house. I slowly turned the door knob and let myself in. I was greeted by the chilling voice of my father.
"Hello Samuel" He said. It chilled me to the bone. I looked down.
"I woke up this morning and to my surprise my breakfist wasn't made. I was so upset I didn't go to work today." He said slowly.
Crap. Crap. Crap. I thought. He expects me to make his breakfist for him. Last time that happened was...yesterday. They get more painful each time.
Oh God. Oh God. I thought. My thoughts were interupted by Father.
"I guess I'm going to have to teach you a lesson" He said unbuckling his belt.
I felt a fist connect with my chest knocking the wind out of me. I fell to the floor gasping for air. He smirked at me and brought his foot onto my stomach. I curled into a ball. Then the tight leather belt came into contact with my skin. I hissed in pain. It come down again and again. Over and over. I bit back tears. I blacked out after what felt like th millionth strike. My last thoughts were "I deserve this."
AAAAAA AAAAAA AAAAAA AAAAAA
I remembered to make Father's breakfist today, I'm so glad I didn't forget despite the bleeding welts on my upper torso. That damn belt. It hurt to walk to school because I felt like I was going to throw up my limited stomach contents. My head was all fuzzy and I was so light headed I couldn't think or walk straight. I didn't talk to anyone. I didn't do homework or classwork. I just sat there. Engulfed in pain and agony.
Before I knew it I was in Glee sitting next to Quinn. Mr Schue walked in with his usaul smile.
"Would anyone like to sing there Gothic song?" He questioned.
Tina raised her hand timidly.
"Tina your on" He said sittig down next to Finn. She took a deep breath and began to sing
Dead is the new alive
Despair's the new survival
A pointless point of view
Dead is the new alive
Despair's the new survival
A pointless point of view
Give in give in give in give in
You play the game
You never win
Give in give in give in give in
You play the game
You never win
So take me now or take me never
Choose your fate
How else can we survive
Dead is the new alive
So say goodbye or say forever
Choose your fate
How else can we survive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Despair's the new survival
A pointless point of view
Dead is the new alive
Despair's the new survival
A pointless point of view
Give in give in give in give in
You play the game
You never win
Give in give in give in give in
You play the game
You never win
So take me now or take me never
Choose your fate
How else can we survive
Dead is the new alive
So say goodbye or say forever
Choose your fate
How else can we survive
Dead is the new alive
What is a day Without a blessed night
And what is peace Without a blessed fight
What is a day Without a blessed night
And what is peace Without a blessed, blessed, blessed fight
A quick taste of the poison
A quick twist of the knife
When the obsession with death, the obsession with death Becomes a way of life
So take me now or take me never
Choose your fate
How else can we survive
Dead is the new alive
So say goodbye or say forever
Choose your fate
How else can we survive
Dead is the new alive
A quick taste of the poison
A quick twist of the knife
When the obsession with death, the obsession with death Becomes a way of life
Dead is the new alive
Alive, alive, alive
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Dead is the new alive
Alive, alive, alive
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Dead is the new alive
PLEASE REVIEW! SONG "DEAD IS THE NEW ALIVE" BY EMILIE AUTUMN. FORGIVE MEEEEE.
