Coming Home

It's complete crap. I don't want to go live with my fucking dad. He fucking hates me and I know I won't fit in. Being the one who wears eyeliner and has an emo haircut gets your ass kicked everyday in Huntington, I just know it. There is no way I'm going to live there. I should just save myself and put a bullet through my head. I, Zachary James Baker, wish to die, before the first day of school tomorrow.

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That was a month ago, I've been in hell for a month. Everyone fucking hates me. The only person that I think doesn't completely fucking hate me is Brian. I don't talk to him or hang out with him and shit, but he's fucking beautiful. But he's straight, he has a girlfriend and they're happy together. I fucking hate my life, why am I even here? Why did I have to come live with my dad?

I let out a sigh while stepping outside of my house. My black Converse crunched on the gravel with each step I took. I looked around seeing barely anyone out, good. I walk at a quick pace, hoping not to run into anyone that I knew. After all I would probably get beat up or questioned why my dad wasn't with me.

I run into the store searching the aisles for what I needed. I grab a handful of the packages and head up to the cash register. I grab my wallet from my back pocket of my black jeans and pull out a $10 bill.

"Hey Zach." A voice spoke from behind me.

I jumped turning around to face Brian. Fuck he almost gave me a heart attack. Shit, how was I going to play this off. The cashier hands my change getting ready to bag what I purchased. At first I thought Bri didn't notice but god damn him for being curious.

"Why do you need all those pencil sharpeners Zach?" He asks raising an eyebrow.

"I always end up losing one after another." I lie.

"Oh well I guess I'll see you tomorrow at school see ya." He answers.

I quickly get out of the store wanting to get the fuck home. Did I need a ton of pencil sharpeners? Not for pencils, thats for sure. When I get to my house I carefully open my window to my room and slide in. Hopefully my dad was asleep I didn't need him putting me down yet.

I reach out an arm, retrieving a box from the top shelf of my closet bringing it down to me. I flopped onto my bed making sure I didn't drop any of the contents inside the box. I sat it next to me taking the wooden top off of it. I looked inside to see what I would call valuable possessions. I scan over the various pictures of my parents, sister and I before my parents split up. Both my sister and I went with mom but I was forced back to live here with my dad. I saw how we were all smiling and I felt a stinging sensation in my heart. I swallowed the lump in my throat and grab what no one should have or need to make it through life. Blades, all scattered around. Ranging from sizes or different shapes all back from about three years ago, when my parents split up. I was 14 but it hit really fucking hard.

"Zach where the fuck are you?!" My dad yells.

"Upstairs." I answer in a weak, pathetic voice.

"Get your ass down here now!" He grumbles up the stairs.

I step out of my room after putting away the box and start down the stairs. I could tell he was angry, and I had no fucking idea why. I glance up away from the stairs and see him glaring at me. Like he was trying to stare into my soul, he was pissed.

"What the fuck is this?"He asks holding up a piece of paper.

I step off the stairs and come closer studying the paper. It was a report card, MY report card. I saw that I had all B's except for one, that was a low C. I look back up at him, I knew he wasn't happy but it's been a month and I'm trying to get the hang of things.

"What's wrong with it?" I ask mentally slapping myself for asking.

"Whats wrong?" He asks coming closer,towering over me. "There's not one fucking A."

I roll my eyes and his fist connects with my chest. I stumble backwards grabbing tightly at my chest feeling it sting. I glare over at him and he walks towards me, fuck. His steel toed boot hits hard at my rib cage and I let out a yelp in pain. He continues until I start feeling numb in my body. God why the fuck am I even here?

Notes

New story, excuse my shitty writing and comment what you think, thanks :3