Chapter One: A Gliding Blade

*Jack's POV*

It's raining hard outside, thunder crashes while lightning flashes. It's a really crappy morning but it sure fits my mood though. Depressed, miserable and alone. I feel like this whenever I'm alone, which is all the time.

My mother died when I was twelve and my dad has been an alcoholic ever since her death. He's rarely home because he's too busy drinking his life away with hard core liquor. He says it eases the pain of losing his one true love, even though he always flirts with other women.

Yeah, my life sucks and I haven't told anyone about it, not even my best friend Kim. She is the only one who gives me control and prevent me from committing suicide, even though I'm desperate to end my life. That doesn't mean I don't physically harm myself.

Right now, I'm just doing the same thing as I do everyday. I'm in my bathroom, with a razor blade in my hand, gliding it along my wrist. I never realize what I'm doing until I see the blood escaping from the cut, then I just feel empty, emotionless.

'No one can help me.' I think to myself 'Not even Kim.'

I grab the towel on the sink, put pressure on the cut until it stops bleeding and get ready for school. When I get to my room, I recieve a text from Kim.

'Hey Jack! :) U ready 4 school?'

I smile. Kim always makes me feel better, even if I'm in a mood like this. I reply

'Ya dont 4get about karate practice 2day!'

'Kk! C at u school! :)'

I grab my backpack and stuff for karate and look at myself in the mirror.

"Well," I say to myself "Time for school, another day with a fake smile."

Before I leave for school, I go downstairs and I wrap my wrists in bandages. No one knows about me cutting my wrists since I started doing it recently.

I put my gray hoodie on and walk out the door.

Hopefully school will take my mind off of my crappy life. I'll get to see my friends, and then after we'll head to the dojo. But something in my gut is telling me that today is gonna be different. And it won't be good.