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Welcome To My Life?

His sits alone. He stares at the wall.. his expression blank, but his face.. stained with tears. His eyes are dull. His skin is pale. His smile is faded. He blinks once a minute. Every time he blinks.. a fresh tear rolls down his face. He doesn't know what he did wrong. He slides the blade against his wrist again, and looks down. He watches the crimson red blood slowly leak out of the new cut.. runn down his arm. He makes no reaction to this. He doesn't wince, cringe, or flinch. He doesn't move at all. He just inhales the smell of the blood.. breathing in deeply, and letting it out slowly. He does this again.. and again.. and again. There is just something about it that is comforting. He feels better. He feels whole.

He is hiding. Hiding from his father. Hiding from his friends. Hiding from his school. Hiding from his home. Hiding from his life.

He hasn't felt happy.. since age two. That was when it started. The beatings. The abuse. The harassment. Everything. He was only two. He's never understood how this was fair. He still doesn't.

He has a name. He doesn't tell many people his name, in fear that they will start harassing him, too. But, I know his name..

His name.. is;

Ross.

Ross hit the button on his alarm clock to shut it up. He sat up and looked at the time; 7:15.

"I'm late!" Ross exclaimed, jumping out of bed. He grabbed his clothes and ran to go take a shower.

After Ross got out of the shower, he threw on jeans, and a long sleeves t-shirt. He put on converse and a hoodie. He put on a few bracelets and necklaces, and then he ran downstairs.

Ross' dad was downstairs, waiting for Ross.

"I'm going to school. I'm late." Ross said, emotionless. He made his way toward the door.

Ross' dad grabbed Ross' arm, "How about we have a little talk first."

Ross closed his eyes, "Just get it over with.."

Ross' dad then began to hit him. He hit Ross and threw him to the ground. Once Ross was on the ground, his dad kicked him, and stepped on him. His dad then grabbed a full beer bottle, and smashed over Ross' head.

Ross screamed out in pain.

Then, his dad went upstairs, to his room.

Ross just laid on the floor for a second, "Mommy.. come back.."

Ross' mom had died when he was two. The same year all of the abuse started.

Ross then stood up, and left for school. He didn't only get abused at home.. but he got bullied at school.

When Ross got to school, he put his hood up and his head down, and walked through the hallways.. hoping no one would notice him. But, he felt someone grab his arm.

"Where do you think you're going?" The person said, pushing Ross.

Ross took a deep breath.

Within a minute.. there were at least three people beating up Ross.

"Hey!" Ross heard someone yell, "Stop!"

Ross looked up to see a boy that looked almost exactly like himself. Same bright blonde hair. Same chocolate brown eyes. They would've had the same skin, too.. if Ross' skin wasn't so pale from lack of eating and sleeping. They could've been twins.

The bullies stopped beating up Ross. "Yeah, or what?"

"This!" Ross' look alike yelled, throwing a punch at the first bully.

Then a fight broke out, and somehow.. Ross' look alike ended up winning.

Ross looked up at him.

The other blonde just looked at Ross for a moment, the mouthed to him, "Go. Now."

Ross stood up and ran to the bathroom, where he began coughing up blood. He slowly pulled up his sleeve, to see what he had written in black sharpie, over the cuts, on his wrist. 'Kill me. Now.' is what his wrist read. Ross shook his head. He wasn't going to kill himself.. yet.

Ross crawled to a corner of the bathroom, and took the small blade from his pocket. He slowly slid it against his wrist. The blood leaking. Ross stared at the blood, whispering things to himself. "It's going to happen today.." He whispered, sliding the blade against his wrist again. "He's going to do it. Dad is going to sexually harass me." Ross started violently sliding the blade against his skin. "Why!? Why me!? Why was I chosen to live this fucked up life!?" Ross kept rapidly cutting himself, until he finally got frustrated.. and threw the blade across the room. He sighed, and put his head in his hands. "Why can't I live a happy life like everyone else?" Ross sighed, "I'm stuck inside a world I hate. I'm hurt, I'm lost, I'm left out in the dark.. I don't get it. I don't get why." Ross then heard the door open, so he covered his face, so the person wouldn't know who he was.

"I'm not going to hurt you." The person said, "My name is Rocky."

Ross slowly uncovered his face.

"I saw how you got beat up out there." Rocky said, "Are you alright?"

Ross nodded, "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Rocky asked.

"I said I'm fine." Ross snapped.

Rocky sighed, "Okay. I'll just go." He then left the bathroom.

Ross broke down in tears, "Couldn't you tell that I was really crying for help?" He whispered to the emptiness of the bathroom. Ross looked at his wrist again, 'Kill me. Now.' He read it.. over and over. Ross then pulled a sharpie out of his backpack, and wrote something on his other wrist; 'I'm lost.. find me?'. He stared at what he had just written for a moment, then he rolled his sleeves back down, and put the sharpie away.

"You say you're fine.. but you are only crying for help." Ross whispered to himself. "Save me.."

He took a deep breath, as the bell rang, meaning first period had ended. "Only five more to go." Ross stayed in the little corner, and fell asleep.

When the last bell rang, meaning school had ended, Ross woke up. He stood up, and walked out of the school. "I don't want to go home.." He said.

On Ross' way home, he was the two boys he had seen earlier that day. Rocky and.. he's not sure what the other kid's name was. All he knew was that the other kid looked like himself.

"I feel bad for him." Rocky said, "Everyday.. he hides in the bathroom."

Ross' look alike shrugged, "I don't care. That's his problem."

"Riker, come on!" Rocky shouted, "We should help him!"

So his name was Riker.

"Right now, I'm meeting Rydel and Ryland in the park." Riker stated.

"As in.. your girlfriend Rydel?" Rocky raised an eyebrow.

"Do I know any other Rydel?" Riker snapped.

Rocky shook his head.

"Okay then." Riker then walked off.

Rocky shook his head, and walked to his house.

When Ross got home, he was immediately greeted by his dad kicking him to the ground. His dad then started hitting and kicking him. But, Ross was right.. the sexual harassment did come today. Ross' father.. raped him.

Later that night, Ross was sitting in the basement.. staring at the wall. He had his blade in his hand, and he was rapidly sliding the sharp metal against the soft skin on his wrist. The blood was leaking out so fast, that it was almost covering his whole arm. Tears were streaming down his face. He just wanted to die. He wanted to kill himself right then and there. He would give life one more chance.. and if this chance was wasted, just as the rest were.. then he was done. Then he was done with his life.

Ross kept cutting his wrist. His arm was entirely covered in blood. He wished that he would get a second chance.. at life. But he doesn't..

After all;

Not everybody gets another second chance.

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