Chapter 12

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Third person pov :

The Anderson family is in home now and the parents are in their trip leaving their sons at home not aware of the chaos that they had caused in the house

Xander pov :

Gabriel and I are doing our English assignment a poem from our creation

Gabe : dude , it is soo hard , you know what I am not doing it , I will just tell the teacher I had a bad fever and he will leave me alone

Xander : yeah , yeah your stupid ass did that last year and you barley passes the year

Gabe : hey , it was hard and I didn't get it and plus the teacher hates me for no reason

Xander : for no reason you say , I won't mention that you are the one that placed a glue on the teacher's chair

Gabe : come on , you know she embarrassed me infront of the class

Xander : anyway , go and annoy Asher he will help you with the poem

Gabe : are you kicking me from your room Xander , ouch I am hurt

Xander : move your dramatic ass from here gabe before I do

Gabe : jess mate , I will leave you alone but we are having gabe and xany time okay

Xander : okay Mr radio

Gabe : funny Mr smiley

Gabriel left the room Leaveing me alone , I know I am pushing them away but I don't want them to get attached to me cause when I leave they won't feel sad or angry cause if they did get attached to me and they couldn't save me , they will be angry at themselves , and my parents are right I am a burden as I look at the paper to write the poem

I was once a happy kid
Laughing and smiling
I used to have dreams
I used to love life
But now everything is weird
Nothing is interesting
The happy kid started to die slowly
And no one is noticing
Cause he doesn't want to hurt them
Cause he is a burden
He want to free himself
But he doesn't have the courage
The voices in his head is getting louder everyday
He is trying to block them
But he can't , he want to be free
He want to be happy
He listened to them
And he did it
And he saw the smiley kid again
Telling him we did it and we are safe .

I finished writing it , I don't know what to feel , I want to cut again

TW : SELF-HARM

I go to my bathroom and get my blade as I stand under the water I cut my wrists but not deep as I see a crimson red is getting out I cried so hard , how pathetic am I and how am I am failure to my family and friends I am no one I stopped cause I don't want to bother my brothers and my bestie I got out from the bathroom after bandaged my wrists and wore my black hoodie and black sweat pants and I got under the covers with only one though on my mind how to end my life .

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The poem is from my creation no coping and if it similar to other poems I didn't know but all of it is from my creation I hope you like it and tell me your opinions about it and the chapter .

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