I looked up at my dad. He had a sinister expression on his face. "Soo, Tommy my boy. You came back home I see." I wanted to say something, but it came out sounding all choky. "Y-y-ye-ye-" I was cut off by a sharp, stinging pain in my side. He had kicked me in the ribs, hard. I leaned to the left side, trying to get pressure off the side that hurt. I tried not to scream, I knew it told my dad and mom that they were doing their job.

"I always knew you were a mistake Tommy." My mom said while biting her lip from laughter. Her laughs weren't those friendly ones you hear from little kids playing around outside. No, they sounded almost in-human. It sounded like she wanted this all to keep going, in slow motion, or she wishes she could just tape this, and watch it for further entertainment.

My dad then kicked me again, this time harder. He had kicked me in the same spot, and before I knew it, I was choking up blood. "Next time you will learn." My dad had said while him and my mom were walking away. I just laid there, clutching my side for about 20 minutes. I finally got up and slowly walked upstairs to my room.I opened my door with the hand that was not holding my side and saw Dill.

"Hey Tommy." I walked past him while wipping bloody from the side of my mouth. "Fuck you Dill." I reached my bed and dropped down onto it. He looked at me with a stupid grin on his face. He knew what had happened. "Well sorry. Don't go and take out your anger on me because mom and dad hate you. And because your such a god damn screw up."

I gritted my teeth on the sound of him even saying that. I knew it was true, but I hated it when people told me it. I balled my hand into a fist and said, "Just go the fuck away Dill." He laughed and walked out. I noticed hot, fresh tears falliing down my cheeks. I then began to cry.

I sat up and wipped the tears away and reached into my pocket. I pulled out an objecta nd looked at it. It was my razorblade from school.I looked up and saw my door opened ajar. I got up and shut and locked it. I got back to my bed and lifted my shirt sleeve up. I saw the cuts from before and looked at them.

They will still fresh. They still had that mean look to them. The look of pity. I sighed and took the razor down my arm again for a familiar trip. This time I made it alot deeper. I closed my eyes and moved the blade down a second time. I made a huge X across my forearm.

I watched as blood gushed from the flesh wounds I had made. They made dark almost black/red rivers down my arm. They stayed that way until they hit the crease in my arm. They then formed starwberry waterfalls. I dropped the razor and grabbed ahold of my arm. I wasn't sure why, but I started to cry. Maybe because it was because of the shattering pain, or I was sadder then fuck.

I looked down at my bed and saw two big blood puddles. I got up to go wash my arm off. I didn't want to keep the blood on my arm. I stuck my head out the door to make sure noone was out there. After washing my arm off I looked back at my bed.

"Shit." I said to myself. I then heard footsteps coming up the starirs, and towards my room. I quickly covered my bed with some clothes and sat down. The door opened and Phil walked in. "Um Tommy, you've been acting kinda, you know, fucked up. Are you okay?" I looked up at him. "Erm, yeah, I'm fine." He shrugged and sat down next to me. I noticed as he sat down he uncovered some blood.

"Please don't look down.." I said to myself in my head. Phil looked at me weird then slowly lowered his head to look down at the bed. He jumped up with a pale, shocked look on his face. "I can explain." I said slowly. "N-no, don't." He replyed as fast as he jumped up. "Phil.." I started. But he shook his head and backed out of the room, then turing into a run.

I sighed and layed down. I driffted into a deep sleep, waiting to see what tomarrow brings.

That was chapter Two. Hope you enjoyed it so far.