Demolition Lovers
Chapter 4
"Bandit, what is this doing in your room?!"
I cringe, and slowly open the door.
"Uh, dad?" I say slowly.
"Bandit, I told you not to leave your chip bags in here! I don't care how lazy you are, you have to throw them away!"
I breathed a quiet sigh of relief and walked out of the bathroom .
"Sorry dad, I'll try to actually throw it away next time," I say grabbing the bag out of his hand and throwing it in the bathroom garbage can. I made sure I sounded a little bit annoyed, so he wouldn't see how relieved I was.
"Okay," he said as he started walking down the hall, but stopped when he remembered what he needed me for.
"Oh, Bandit, Ray will be coming over today. Just wanted to let you know," he said.
"Okay, cool," I yelled as he was already halfway down the stairs.
I always liked Ray, he's cool and has an awesome 'fro.
*20 minutes later*
Ray arrives and we try to pretend nothing happened. After hanging out and sharing some laughs with Ray and my dad I decide to go upstairs for a while. I go up the stairs and walk into our upstairs family room and turn on Netflix. After browsing for a while I decide to watch an old show called Malcolm in the Middle, it's older than me, but damn it was funny.
*Time lapse*
I wake up on the couch in the family room except my dad is next to me drawing in his sketchbook, with Malcolm in the Middle playing in the background. I look over to see what he's drawing...it's mom. And it's good. My dad is really talented when it comes to drawing, and singing. I scoot over closer to my dad and he looks over at me.
"Hello there Bandit," he says smiling.
I watch the show for a while.
"When did this show start?" I ask curiously.
"Oh, uh, 2000, I think" he answered.
I nod.
*a couple days later*
These past couple days haven't been so good. I've been cutting, not a lot, but enough.
Today has been especially hard. Everyone kept reminding me about how hard my life will be from now on.
I sulk up to my room and quietly shut the door, so I don't wake my dad from his nap. I grab a razor blade I took out of a pencil sharpener and slide it across my wrist. Yes, my wrist. I went to Hot Topic and got some wrist bands to wear and since it's getting colder out I can get away with wearing long sleeves.
*Somewhat big time lapse*
It's been 4 weeks since the accident, and in those four weeks I've been getting pretty close to my uncle Mikey. I've been able to tell him everything-well, almost everything. I haven't told him about my cutting.
"Hey Bandit, I wanna talk to you about something," my dad says with a serious look I don't see very often.
I hold my breath, having an idea of what it might be.
I cringe, and slowly open the door.
"Uh, dad?" I say slowly.
"Bandit, I told you not to leave your chip bags in here! I don't care how lazy you are, you have to throw them away!"
I breathed a quiet sigh of relief and walked out of the bathroom .
"Sorry dad, I'll try to actually throw it away next time," I say grabbing the bag out of his hand and throwing it in the bathroom garbage can. I made sure I sounded a little bit annoyed, so he wouldn't see how relieved I was.
"Okay," he said as he started walking down the hall, but stopped when he remembered what he needed me for.
"Oh, Bandit, Ray will be coming over today. Just wanted to let you know," he said.
"Okay, cool," I yelled as he was already halfway down the stairs.
I always liked Ray, he's cool and has an awesome 'fro.
*20 minutes later*
Ray arrives and we try to pretend nothing happened. After hanging out and sharing some laughs with Ray and my dad I decide to go upstairs for a while. I go up the stairs and walk into our upstairs family room and turn on Netflix. After browsing for a while I decide to watch an old show called Malcolm in the Middle, it's older than me, but damn it was funny.
*Time lapse*
I wake up on the couch in the family room except my dad is next to me drawing in his sketchbook, with Malcolm in the Middle playing in the background. I look over to see what he's drawing...it's mom. And it's good. My dad is really talented when it comes to drawing, and singing. I scoot over closer to my dad and he looks over at me.
"Hello there Bandit," he says smiling.
I watch the show for a while.
"When did this show start?" I ask curiously.
"Oh, uh, 2000, I think" he answered.
I nod.
*a couple days later*
These past couple days haven't been so good. I've been cutting, not a lot, but enough.
Today has been especially hard. Everyone kept reminding me about how hard my life will be from now on.
I sulk up to my room and quietly shut the door, so I don't wake my dad from his nap. I grab a razor blade I took out of a pencil sharpener and slide it across my wrist. Yes, my wrist. I went to Hot Topic and got some wrist bands to wear and since it's getting colder out I can get away with wearing long sleeves.
*Somewhat big time lapse*
It's been 4 weeks since the accident, and in those four weeks I've been getting pretty close to my uncle Mikey. I've been able to tell him everything-well, almost everything. I haven't told him about my cutting.
"Hey Bandit, I wanna talk to you about something," my dad says with a serious look I don't see very often.
I hold my breath, having an idea of what it might be.
PLEASE FINISH THIS!
12/29/16