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The taste of blood is fresh in my mouth, the tears on my face are still wet, the fear and pain in my heart kills me piece by piece. He has stopped hitting me now. He stands over me yelling. The wretched smell of alcohol fills my nostrils.

The tears finally leave my eyes and all I see is that sharp gaze. The one full of hatred and anger. I want him to die.

I awaken to the stench of alcohol. It's not that different from my dream, except he's not there. He's dead. I can't stop thinking about him...

I feel like he has no soul. What I see in front of me is no man. I want to kill him but I know he's not there. I throw my fist anyway. As my knuckles fly, I feel an impact. The illusion is real... The mirror cracks. This man is not my father. This man is me.

It's hard to see the difference anymore. After what I did to him, how do i know that I'm any better? How do I know that I won't end up like him? I can't live like this.

I take my switchblade out of my duffelbag. I raise the blade and pull down my sleeve. I feel the old familiar sting on my wrist, except this time I know it's real. The cut is deep and the pain is real. The happiness I felt yesterday was but a mirage.

As reality sinks in to my skin, it becomes all so clear: I have ruined my life. It felt so right at first, but now I realize that if I had just waited, I could of become something. But now I'm nothing but an outlaw.

I hear the voice of Richard Vernon in my head, telling me that I'm worthless. Now I know he's right.

Drops of blood run down my wrists, tickling me in a strange way. My surroundings become blurred, my memories faint. This is the end.

The smoke in my head clears and all I see is her... Claire. Her beatiful smile. If there's such thing as an angel, it's her. I must see her again. All of them.

I have to go back to Shermer. If my life must end I at least have to let them know. I will reunite the Breakfast Club.

After the detention, nothing much changed. I kept on fighting with my dad, Claire was still but a tool for her parents, Andy was the fake sensation he had always been, Brian never escaped his cage of pressure and Allison was still a ghost. All that changed was the fact that we had each other.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Hopefully the beginning wasn't too confusing. You'll also notice that I focused more on John's feelings for this chapter...