The next two months at school were like the first day we came back from break, but worse. I'd given myself more scars. I didn't have any more room on my arms anymore, so I moved on to my legs and stomach. I don't know where I'd cut after that. I noticed my appetite had changed, too. I didn't eat much, and I lost weight. Clare never seemed to talk to me, and neither did Adam. I knew my life was turning into a mess, but that's the way it should be.

"Eli, get down here!" Dad annoyingly called.

I walked down the hallway hopelessly, wishing I'd never been born. "What do you want?" I asked. My voice had to life to it whatsoever.

"What's up with your grades?" he shoved a piece of paper with my grades on it. I was failing every class of mine. I honestly didn't care.

"I'm failing," I noticed.

"Really?" he said sarcastically.

"I guess I'm not that smart."

"Eli," he sat down on the couch. I followed. "Everyone knows how dumb you are, but you got to at least have decent grades. Once you graduate I'm not taking care of you any more. You know that, right?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Glad we had this chat," he faked a smile then turned his head to the side and muttered "No, I am not." I wanted to cry, and I probably would. Not in front of Dad, though. I'd never show my weaknesses in front of him.

That could possibly change soon, though.

I felt sadder these days. Everyday was so rough on me. I never felt like trying. I wanted to drop out of school, and I did consider it a couple weeks back, but decided against it. Dad would literally kill me—although that would be something great. I'd also been thinking of suicide more and more. It seemed to be more of an option now.

"Hey," Adam said as I sat down in English. This was weird. He hadn't talked to me in over a month, so why would he start now?

I turned around, seeing Clare smile at me. Adam formed a tiny smile around his lips. I just frowned. "What, Adam?" I asked.

"We wanted to see how you were doing," Clare explained. She looked at my hand with a puzzled look. I guess I never realized I'd cut myself on my hand, a lot. I quickly pulled my hand away, but by then it was too late.

"What happened?" she asked with worry in her voice.

"Nothing," I mumbled. "Just a cat scratch."

Clare and Adam looked at each other in confusion and I turned back around. My eyes started to water, but I refused to let myself cry. Just not yet.

When I got home, Dad was already there. I ignored him and ran straight towards my room, and looked at my box of sharp objects. I had so many things now. Razors, small knifes, etc.

I thought about what would happen if Clare or Adam did find out what really happened to my hand.

I couldn't think about that. There was no way they'd find out. I knew exactly how they wouldn't, too, and that was going to happen soon.

"Son!" Dad yelled.

I sighed. Great. What'd I do this time?

"Coming," I yelled back, then put my box away under my bed. I walked down the hallway, slowly until I reached Dad with a girl he'd been seeing for the past month and a half. I think her name was Amber. "What do you want?"

He had a big smile on his face. "Amber and I have something to tell you."

"Okay," I looked down at the floor.

"I'm going to be your new mom!" Amber squealed.

No! This couldn't happen! He was already married! He can't marry this slut! They met at a bar of all places! Mom and Dad met in college, during one of their classes! Back when Dad wasn't like this! I sure did miss those days. I missed Mom. I wanted her to be here, so Dad wouldn't be like this. So Amber wouldn't be here. So none of those other girls would have been here.

I left back to my room, not even bothering replying to them. I heard Dad call my name a few times but I honestly didn't care about him and his stupid little Amber right now. I bawled my eyes out after I closed my door. How could he do that to me? Or even to Mom!

I didn't want to think about that, or even anything right now.

I knew it was time now.