March 10th 2008
Monday, the beginning of the week, At least schools done for the day. In English, we read the Crucible, the Salem Witch hunts, then complex quadratic formulas in math, lunch and more class, the day was pretty boring, no homework. Demyx came over to watch a movie, Axel, was out, and Cloud and Leon were making out… Around 7, Demyx was getting ready to leave, and then, the doorbell rang. I opened it without thinking to see who it was, and surprise, dad.
It was pretty patheric at first, he started crying, him, crying. Asked for me to move back in, said he missed me. I just looked at him, and remembered all the bad that had happened to me in the last few months, hell, years, and started to shut the door, I was finally happy. Didn't work. He grabbed it, slammed it open, a beer bottle visible in his left hand. He threw it at me, the corner grazing my temple, and exploded on impact on the counter. My first reaction was to push Demyx out of the way, who had been standing stalk still jaw dropped. Cloud and Leon heard the ruckus, and were there in a heartbeat, he only managed to make contact with my face once before he was dropped to the ground by one of Leon's blows. The cops were called, and I was in a daze the whole time. Demyx was sent home in lieu of things, an I was left alone. The right side of my face had swollen by then; I could feel silent tears streaking my once dry face, now covered with sweat and blood. I went to the bathroom and locked the door. Why must others inflict pain on me, I can't even inflict it on myself anymore. Well, I could… I mean, I am in the bathroom, it wouldn't be that hard, but I'm so happy now. My face looks awful, I feel awful, maybe just once? Just one time?
I had disassembled a razor, just once, and when I brought it down to my flesh, I heard a knock on the door, which startled me. Cloud quietly spoke, "Zexion, I know what your doing, It's not worth it, it's not, trust me, please let me in." I obliged, more silent tears, He grabbed me and pulled me into an embrace, the tears no longer silent, and told me everything would be ok. Dad was in jail, and I would only have to see him one more time at trial. He motioned towards the blades I had excavated, and looked at me and asked if I would throw them away. Simple as that. I guess part of quitting is making the decision on your own. I complied, then he sat me down, and treated my wounds, Leon in the other room cleaning the glass. I looked up, and all I could do was apologize, with every shred that was me. Cloud and Leon took me into there home, and all I was, was trouble. A liability, all Cloud did was laugh, and said he wouldn't have it any other way. After everything was put back together, we all sat down on the couch, and watched a movie, some comedy with Robin Williams. It felt good that they were there with me, I felt loved, finally.
Zexion Iwshe