When it was time for breakfast the next day, I was finishing downloading new songs on my iPod. I had all the 30 Seconds To Mars songs from their new album, and the emo song I found on YouTube.
I shoved in my headphones and cranked up the volume while listening to Attack by 30 Seconds To Mars. Then I walked in the bathroom and dyed my hair a dark black. Then I put on black eyeliner, black nail polish and then cut my wrist for good luck.
When I walked downstairs my dad did a spit-take and my mom almost chocked on her bacon.
"Jaden?" they asked. "Is that you?"
"Yes," I said boringly. I sat down and started eating my breakfast. My face was expressionless.
"Um, are you feeling ok?" my mom asked.
"Yes," I repeated.
"Is there something you wanna tell us?" my dad asked.
"No."
Their heads went back down and the table was quiet for the rest of the meal.
Afterwards I went back up in my room and listened to my music. Until my parents walked in.
"CAN'T ANYONE KNOCK IN THIS STUPID HOUSE?! WHAT IF I WAS CHANGING MY CLOTHES?! WHAT IF I WAS MASTURBATING AND YOU WALKED IN ON ME?! HUH?!" Yeah I heard that emo people overreact so that's why I said that.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Did you say masturbating?" my dad asked. "Never mind. Stand up."
I groaned and then followed my orders.
"This is for your own good," my mom said. She grabbed my arm and dragged me in the shower.
As I struggled they wiped the makeup off of my face and dyed my hair back to the usual chocolate brown.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP!!" I yelled. But they didn't listen. They kept going.
After about a good 30 minutes, they finally stopped. But I looked like my usual self. I dropped down to my knees and screamed, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"
My parents ignored my screams and walked out the room acting like they were innocent.
I ran out the bathroom and screamed, "UGLY BASTARDS!!" With that said my parent walked back in the room and my dad was holding a belt.
"You're about the get the best damn ass spanking ever." my dad said.
"Ooooh, I'm so scared," I said sarcastically.
He pushed my to the ground and the belt hit me like a whip.
"Oh yeah," I said.
He hit me again.
"Oh that's nice."
"The fuck?!" my dad asked while giving me a suspicious look.
"One more time, one more time," I said.
"Hell no!" he yelled. "Get your ass on that bed and don't move!"
"PLEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAASE?!!" I begged.
When he got tired of my emoness he grabbed my arm and threw me on the bed.
I just sat there and started to think of Jesse. The more I thought of him the more I cut myself. His name just brings back so many memories.
SLIT!!
His soft lips.
CUT!!
And his beautiful emerald eyes.
STAB!!
Don't worry Jesse, I thought. I'm coming for you. I grabbed one of my belts and snuck out the window. Then I climbed up the tree to a spot where I could perfectly see the ground. I tied the belt around my neck and the other end on the branch above me. And before I jumped off the one I was standing on, I said, "Bye mom. Bye dad." Then I jumped. The belt put a lot of pressure on my neck and I couldn't breath. My eyes started to bulge out of my head and I got scared. I didn't want to give up on life yet. My hands tried to undo the belt but nothing happened.
My vision blurred and my eyes got heavy. Black spots were everywhere and then I finally lost consciousness. I tried to move but I couldn't feel any part of my body. Then I couldn't see anything.
