When you blink do you only find the misery weighs down your eyes?
Chapter Sixteen
Cieran's POV
After me and Shay's fun little "party", I decided to walk home. When I got home, Mike was sitting there. He looked totally pissed.
"YOU'RE A FUCKING FAGGOT!"
I looked at him strangely.
'YOUR MOTHER TOLD ME. YOU HAVE SOME FAGGOT LITTLE BOYFRIEND TOO. RIGHT?"
How did he know.... Why did Gina tell him?
"YOU KNOW I DON'T LIKE FAGGOTS."
I looked at the floor. Gosh, we seriously need new tile.
"COME HERE, FAGGOT!"
I just stood there. Still looking at the floor.
"OKAY THEN I'LL JUST HAVE TO COME OVER THERE"
He grabbed a lamp and started beating me with it. Over and over again. The lightbulb from the lamp was still hot. It burnt my skin. The lamp shattered and cut my face. Blood was streaming down, like tears. After he finished, he looked disappointed.
"Damn, now I need a new lamp."
He walked away into his and Gina's room. I could see Gina sitting there crying. Apparently she watched the entire thing. I ran to my room as fast as possible and looked at myself in the mirror.
Well look what the cat dragged in
I couldn't understand why Shay loved me. I wasn't much to look at. I constantly had scars all over my body. I wore glasses. (which were now broke but luckily I have a spare pair)
I want to die
Jesus, it's only been a few days and I want to try and kill myself AGAIN? There must seriously be something wrong with me. I wanted to cut myself so badly right now. I needed to. But I don't think my therapist would be very happy. I don't think Shay would be to happy either. I looked through a drawer, trying to see if I had a spare razor. I found one. It glistened in the light.
Should I or shouldn't I?
I didn't know. I wanted to but..... Should I?
Yes
No
Yes
No
Yes....
Decisions Decisions............
After me and Shay's fun little "party", I decided to walk home. When I got home, Mike was sitting there. He looked totally pissed.
"YOU'RE A FUCKING FAGGOT!"
I looked at him strangely.
'YOUR MOTHER TOLD ME. YOU HAVE SOME FAGGOT LITTLE BOYFRIEND TOO. RIGHT?"
How did he know.... Why did Gina tell him?
"YOU KNOW I DON'T LIKE FAGGOTS."
I looked at the floor. Gosh, we seriously need new tile.
"COME HERE, FAGGOT!"
I just stood there. Still looking at the floor.
"OKAY THEN I'LL JUST HAVE TO COME OVER THERE"
He grabbed a lamp and started beating me with it. Over and over again. The lightbulb from the lamp was still hot. It burnt my skin. The lamp shattered and cut my face. Blood was streaming down, like tears. After he finished, he looked disappointed.
"Damn, now I need a new lamp."
He walked away into his and Gina's room. I could see Gina sitting there crying. Apparently she watched the entire thing. I ran to my room as fast as possible and looked at myself in the mirror.
Well look what the cat dragged in
I couldn't understand why Shay loved me. I wasn't much to look at. I constantly had scars all over my body. I wore glasses. (which were now broke but luckily I have a spare pair)
I want to die
Jesus, it's only been a few days and I want to try and kill myself AGAIN? There must seriously be something wrong with me. I wanted to cut myself so badly right now. I needed to. But I don't think my therapist would be very happy. I don't think Shay would be to happy either. I looked through a drawer, trying to see if I had a spare razor. I found one. It glistened in the light.
Should I or shouldn't I?
I didn't know. I wanted to but..... Should I?
Yes
No
Yes
No
Yes....
Decisions Decisions............