I woke up and checked my phone. No texts? That's unusual. I took a shower then got dressed. I wore my green, long sleeve button up. I missed a couple of buttons. Damn jittering. I went back to my room and drank some coffee from last night.
After a few minutes, I decided to go downstairs and make some more coffee. When I opened my door my dad shoved me down and pulled his revolver out. "Can you just fucking kill yourself or die yet? You are a pathetic bitch. How could anyone love you?"
I felt the tears start rolling. He's right. No one could love a shaky, jittery spaz who can't even love himself. I shoved my head forward and waited. Today's my last. All the crying and hating would be gone. Finally. He pulled the trigger, nothing happened only a click, then silence. "Richard get your ass down here so I can get you to rehab!" My mom is a fucking angel.
I felt my phone vibrate, but I didn't check it. I ran downstairs, made coffee, then walked out the door. Craig was there. I'm so glad.
SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER JUST NEEDED TWEEKS POV NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE LONGER AND TWEEKS POV FOR AFTER CRAIGS POV!!!!
