Hey guys here's another chapter for you. While reading this I recommend the songs that I listened to while writing it:

1. Stay - Safetysuit

2. Someone Who Cares - Three Days Grace

3. Therapy - All Time Low

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As Dan had grown up there were few things that he was sure of. The first thing was that kids were assholes. He spent most of his early years hiding from kids that had endlessly tormented him for being from a set of non-soul mate parents. The second thing he'd been sure of was that his parents were meant for each other and that no matter what happened it was worth the teasing if only his family could remain together. At 14 he'd been forced into the painful reality that it was impossible for that to happen.

As soon as kids found out the teasing got worse. Dan didn't know what to do as the verbal turned physical and the physical turned neglectful. By the time they'd made it on to shunning him he was broken beyond repair. Soon he learned to miss the pain and started to recreate it in his own home. It started with an accident. He'd accidently dropped a knife and clumsily tried to catch it. As he watched the blood drip from the wound on his hand he realized that he felt slightly better inside. His head was still screaming at him but it lessened. The pain inside his head lessened slightly.

The next time he'd tried it he'd been in the shower. The razor had stared him down until he'd finally picked it up. The weighed it in his hands for a few second before pulling the curtain back from to make sure that the bathroom door was locked. Not that it mattered anymore. His mother had stopped moving from her spot a week before. He pulled the curtain back and pulled the razor apart, slowly, making sure not to nick himself with it. Once the razor was out he slowly and lightly dragged it over his wrist. It stung as small beads of red rose to the surface in the wake of the sharp blade. He lightly pulled it over his arm again. And again. And again. With each sting of the blade his head started to release the pressure that had been bubbling inside of it. Soon twenty or so cuts littered his arm and he was feeling lightheaded. That was the last thing he remembered.

When he woke up he was being pelted with cold droplets and his head hurt. He looked down to his red stained wrist and sighed. He got up, turned off the shower, and pulled a towel around his waist before digging through the medicine cabinet. He pulled bandages and rubbing alcohol out. He uncapped the bottle and clenched his teeth before pouring it over the cuts. He let out a hiss as the cuts bubbled slightly. Rinsing off the cuts, he wrapped bandages over it before grabbing his old clothing and opening the door. He walked down the hall and into his room. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a light long sleeved shirt, he put them on and sat down on his bed. He sat there for a few minutes in the silence before checking the time on his phone.

7:00

He got up and walked out to go make dinner.

The pattern continued. Soon he wasn't doing homework but cleaning and taking care of his mother. His past times got put on hold and so did his happiness. He took a job at a hardware store to help support the bills and did half days at school. He was lucky that he was even passing his classes but his teachers tried their best to get him through school. His mother became his priority and cutting became his solace. He went on to deeper cuts and then to burning when it wasn't enough. He graduated high school and then it all fell apart. A teacher had finally said something and they came to take Dan's mother away. He'd screamed and threatened and freaked out on them but they were serious in their decision and soon his mom, the only thing left of his old life was gone. That Dan had sworn he'd never love anything. It was all pointless and painful. Love wasn't worth this.