Frank's POV
Sitting on my bathroom floor, a tear rolls down my cheek. I look around the room, starting to feel a little dizzy. I'm waiting to see if it was deep enough, to see If I’ll lose enough blood for my life to just end.
BANG! I heard a door slam. Crap! Mums home. I jump up, obviously to fast because I had to cling onto the sink to stop myself falling over. I ran the water over my arm washing away the crimson liquid that trickled down it. Drying my arms I roll my sleeves down, then cleaned away any blood that dripped onto the floor.
“Frank!” Oh shit. She sounds quite angry. What have I done? I try to think of a reason why she'd be angry at me. Nothing. She's not angry at me, she's just going to take it out on me. Maybe I can calm her down? Yeah right..,
“Frank!!”
“I’m up here mum!”
I hear her heavy footsteps as she comes up the stairs.
“Get the fuck out my house!” She screams as she makes it to the doorway.
What!? She wants me to leave??
“What??”
“Get out my house! Get your shit and leave!”
“Why!?” I raised my voice. She looks even angrier now. Uh oh.
“Don’t fucking talk to me like that!” I felt her cold hand make contact with my face. She hit me with enough force to push me to floor. I let out a small whimper before she storms out and shouts “Get your fucking face, out my fucking house!”
I pull myself of the floor before going to my bed and taking a sports bag from underneath it. I quickly grab some ripped skinny jeans, my band tees and underwear, you know, all the essential clothing. Then I get my backpack and wallet and walk over to my table. I just stand for a moment, looking at the razors that lay they before picking them up, looking at them again then stuffing them in my backpack. I recently stole, well borrowed without asking, a pack of cigarettes off of my mum as well as a lighter, she still hasn't noticed, putting the cigarettes in my backpack as well I grab my phone and sports bag, then turn to leave. Before leaving my room I look back inside it. Time to leave this hell hole.
Walking downstairs I stop in front of the door.
“Leave!” Mum shouts from the kitchen before walking towards me. Before she can come close enough to hit me again I open the door and step outside.
“Gladly!” I shout just before slamming the door shut on her.
Just as I step out from the shelter of my porch I fell rain drops gently fall onto my face. Hopefully it will stop soon.

Notes

This is the first fanfic I've ever written so any feedback is helpful :)
Hope you enjoy!