"Shit!" I heard Dan yell. "What the fuck, Lester? You tried to beat me up earlier, it didn't work, remember?" He sneered.
"Dan! That's so rude! How could you say something like that? He's just a boy, he hasn't done anything wrong!" A new voice said something, and I realized my eyes had been clenched tight since Dan's comment. An involuntary reflex, I guess.
"Alice, you can't claim shit about him since you got here today. You don't know how much of a faggot he is." Dan glared at the girl (Alice?) while she glared equally as hard, which was surprising for someone to stand up to Dan like that.
Only then did I decide to actually look at Alice, and get her features in. She actually looked relatively like Dan, with big, chocolate brown eyes, and brown eyebrows. Although, her hair was not brown, it was black, probably dyed. She had a pretty face, and dimples, just like Dan. Were they siblings?
"Dan! Don't say stuff like that! That's awful!" Alice said. She looked at me and smiled an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry if my brother has ever been rude. He isn't like this at home, I swear. Well. He is. But never this bad." With that Alice glared up at her brother, who had a good foot on her.
I coughed, really wanting to excuse myself. "I-it's fine. He's never done much harm. Just makes a bunch of smart ass remarks. Oh and of course hitting me but never-" I cut off there, realizing what I had just said.
"He… he WHAT?!" Alice looked pissed. Like, insanely pissed. She looked towards her brother, growled, and said in a very low voice "Daniel James Howell if I EVER hear of you being rude to any child at this school EVER again, I will personally rip your head off, and if that doesn't seem to work, I'll go to mom and dad." Dan's eyes were wide as fuck, obviously scared shitless by his sister's accusations.
Dan turned around and glared at me. "This is your fault, Lester," He growled. "It would be better for everyone is you just dropped dead." And with that, he turned on his heel and walked away.
That hurt. I don't know why, but it hurt. I knew I was worthless. My dad had told me that enough times for me to know it was true. Maybe I should just die.
I sniffed, feeling tears pricking at my eyes, and excused myself from Alice, whose eyes were wide as saucers, before I saw her walk in Dan's direction, stomping with every step.
I kept walking until I got home. I knew he wouldn't be home yet. And if he was, he would still be passed out drunk. His car wasn't there, though, so when he found me later that day I would already be dead. Hopefully.
I kept walking to the bathroom, and locked the door. I opened the drawer, and found it. The sharp object that could make all my pain go away. I brought it to the back of my wrist, feeling the tears falling down my face. I didn't even feel the pain from Dan's bruises, I just felt the razor digging into my skin, breaking it, and feeling the crimson liquid wash down my arm.
6 times, 7 times, 8 times, 9…
I was starting to get dizzy. Really dizzy. And I was in pain. So much pain.
Suddenly, I couldn't feel anything, and everything went dark.
And then I heard a bang.