So Long & Goodnight

"No Gee, really, I couldn't. I have to go, okay? Sorry... talk to you later?"
And with that, she just hung up on me. My dear Jannice, the only person who ever loved me...
and it was all just a prank? So she never REALLY loved me anyway...
I had dated her for six months! And now she just... she just calls me up.... telling me she had a bet... thet someone bet her she couldn't stand six months with him... and she did... and then she broke it off!
What. A. Heartless. BITCH!
No, it wasn't her fault. I shouldn't think of her like that. Because it was my fault. I don't know how, but it was, it always was.
I sat down on my bed and opened the drawer of my nightstand. There I found it. My blade.
I picked it up and pressed it to my wrist. I cut deep.
I cut long.
I could feel the pain, see the blood, and I sighed with satisfaction.. though I knew it was wrong. I knew I had to stop but I just couldn't live without this... "Gerard! Time for school!"
My dad... I hated that man. I hated him with my entire heart and I missed my mom... but she would never be coming home. She died...
I dragged myself down the stairs, knowing what would come.
As soon as I got downstairs, my dad started to yell at me.
And he hit me in the stomach so no one would see the bruises....
I didn't even cry anymore. This was routine. I hurt myself, dad hurt me, everything was my fault.
I decided to skip breakfast and get to the bus early.

Notes

Short one, sorry.
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