Riker's Depression

Chapter 2 : Always my fault...

Chapter 2

Later...

Riker POV

I was laying on top of my bed, staring at the ceiling, when my door opened. Rocky came in, and shut the door.

"Sup, bro?" Rocky asked, sitting down on his bed.

I sighed, and gave him a half smile.

"Dad told me what you did. You shouldn't have slapped him."

"I know, but he just made me so mad!"

"Riker, what have I told you before?"

"To not show him he's annoying me..."

"Right. So just ignore him."

"Rocky, he poured water on my head, and on my pants! I had to change my pants and underwear! They were soaked!"

"Riker, show him you don't care. That's how you make him stop. Don't get mad, and stay calm."

I sighed, annoyed.

"Riker..."

"What?" I asked, still annoyed.

"You know, you never used to be like this..."

"Like what? Hurt?"

"No... So angry... You're never happy anymore. You're always just so angry over everything."

"Yeah, well Ross is a jerk."

Rocky sighed, and then left the room. I'm all alone... Again.

A little while later, Rydel came in, and handed me dinner.

"Did you really slap Ross?"

"Yeah... Is he playing the victim?"

"Rik, you really need to control yourself."

"He needs to quit taunting me! He poured water on me, Rydel! It's not like I just slapped him out of nowhere!"

"Ok, ok, I get it..."

"He's been doing these kinds of things for a while now, Rydel."

"I know... But he's just so young..."

"So what!? He's being a jerk! Whether I'm 18 or 25, if I'm a jerk to you, you're going to hate me either way! It's the same with him!"

"Riker. Stop shouting at me, please."

"I'm sorry... It's just not fair! I get blamed for everything!"

Rydel sighed.

"You're going to leave me now too, aren't you?"

"Rik, I have to go eat dinner with the family."

I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever..." I mumbled.

Rydel left. I set my dinner up on my dresser. I'm not eating it. I'm too fat. Ross is always telling me that. But it's true.

I laid down on top of my bed again. I was thinking about maybe going to sleep, but I wasn't tired enough.

I went into the bathroom, and locked the door. I sat down on the floor, and pulled up my sleeves. I know I already cut today, but I want to do it some more. It'll help me feel better after the fight that happened in the kitchen.

I took out my blade, and unwrapped the bandages over my arms.

Don't do it, Riker.

But I want to!