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►David refused to strike his mother and be the one to blame. He let her slap and kick him against the wall. She had been drinking and came home late in one of her usual moods. This was becoming a normal thing for him. Having bumps and bruises all over his body. Except for his face. He never let her hit him there. He would get to many questions at school, by the teachers of course since none of his classmates cared about him. He had a rough summer and was glad that it was over tomorrow. School wasnt his favorite thing to do but it got him away from his mother for a few hours. It wasnt like she couldnt let him go, it was the law after all. Once his mother was done letting her anger out on him she stormed into her bedroom, probably to drink some more. David slouched his head down as he leaned his sore body against the wall. He never shed a tear from the pain. That would only mean that his mother won. He brought his hand up to his opposite shoulder and rested it there for a moment. He knew that he would end up with a bruise there for sure. He let his hand down and walked back the hall to his bedroom. He just wanted to get away from the world and relax. He pushed open his door and closed it behind him, locking it in the process. David was a very depressed young man. Something some would refer to as emo. He was a cutter and everyone knew it, though they didnt care. He didnt do it for attention. That was far from his agenda. The physical pain kept his mind off of the emotional pain he was suffering. Walking over to his dressor he opened the top drawer and dug threw the socks until he found a small black box. He removed it from where it sat and took it over to his bed. He sat down and opened the lid of the box. There inside was a few razor blades, a lighter and gauze. He took one of the blades out along with the lighter. He flicked the wheel on the lighter until it sparked and gave off a small flame. Holding the razor up he put the flame up to the sharp edge, waving it back and forth. Once the razor was slightly blackened he put the lighter down and rolled up his one sleeve. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh.
►David woke up the next morning to the sound of his mother pounding on the door. It was a good thing he invested in a lock. He sat up with a sigh, covering his ears with the palms of his hands. She would quit soon enough. Once she got tired. He looked around and saw that he was still dressed. 'I forgot I passed out..' He yawned and looked over at the clock. It was still a bit early for him. He groaned, knowing that his mother was going to kill him once she got a hold of him. He was glad that he didnt have to stay in the house all day with his mother because he had school, the first day actually. He got up and walked over to his door, smacking his hand on it. "Shut up!" That only provoked his mother even more. She began yelling profanity at him. He just ignored it and went over to his closet. He didnt have to take her bitching at him all day. But school was another issue. No one really spoke to him. Even if they did it was usually to make fun of him for being emo and weird. He wouldnt comment back because he wasnt a fighter and didnt plan on being one. He usually just let them have their fun. They would eventually get tired of messing with him just as his mother did. He looked in his closet for something to wear that would cover his wrists. He could just wear braceletts but his wrists were wrapped in gauze from the fresh cuts last night so they wouldnt do any good by themselves. He needed something else to keep them hidden.
►David pulled a clean black t-shirt off of one of the hangers. He inspected the design on the front and tossed it over on his bed. He pulled the long sleeved shirt that he wore the night before off and threw it on the floor. He proceded over to his dresser, going into the bottom drawer. That's where he kept all of his skinny jeans. He pulled out a pair and layed them on the bed also. David pulled off the pair of skinny jeans he had on and walked over to his bed. He put the clean pair of jeans on, wincing slightly because of the bruises that had appeared from last night. He grabbed his shirt off the bed and went over to his mirror. He looked like he had been in a major fist fight which wasnt incorrect. His face was flawless so that's all that mattered. David slowly pulled on the black t-shirt and picked up a thin hoodie from the floor. He needed something that would cover his wrists. David proceded to grab a white studded belt off his floor also and put in on through the loops of his skinny jeans. He looked at his gauze covered wrists, then walked over to his dresser again grabbing two thick studded braceletts. He carefully slipped them on. They were the perfect size to hide the gauze. Once he was done getting dressed he ran a comb through his blackish brown hair and looked at his bedroom door. He knew that his mother would be waiting out there for him. He slipped on a pair of converse and stepped over to his window. His house was only one floor so it was easy to sneak out and back in. David opened up the window quietly and looked outside to make sure no one was there. He then stuck both legs out and slid down until he feet touched. He let go and straightened out his shirt and hoodie since it had been bunched up going through.
►David let out a sigh of relief and walked through the small patch of grass beside the house. He was free from his mother's grasp until 3. He walked onto the sidewalk and headed in the direction of the school. He didnt have a car to drive there because his mother would not provide her son with a means of escape. She was too smart for that. He slipped his hands into his pockets and began kicking small pebbles along the sidewalk. It was a nice day, maybe he could be lucky enough to come home to his mother not there. That would be asking for a lot though. He stopped when he heard a screen door swing open. He turned around and saw his mother stomping out onto the front porch. David took his hands out of his pockets and began running towards the school, faster and faster. He didnt live far so he didnt have to worry. His mother scared him though. She was one of his worst fears. He made it to the front of the school. He stopped and straightened out his clothes along with his hair so it didnt look like he was running. He took a deep breath and went in. Of course the usual school bullies were taking care of a few less popular people. David was careful to steer clear of them. He didnt feel like being humiliated the first day. He had looked at his schedule over the summer so he knew what classes he had and in what order. He quickly exited the halls and slipped into his first period class. Sure classes didnt start for a while but it was safer to sit in the room then to be out in the halls with the other people. David picked a desk in the back of the room and slouched down in the chair. The U.S History teacher, Mrs. Zainer, peered up from her papers and raised an eyebrow at David. He looked down at his desk and didnt say a word. She shrugged her shoulders and went back to her work.
I cry myself to sleep at night...Will I be forgotten?
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