I Can't Take It

My alarm blares at me. How is it already 6 in the morning? Its felt like it only been a minute since my head hit the pillow... I groan as I sit up and stretch. I should've tried to get more sleep last night. I stand up and walk over to my closet. I absent-mindedly pick out a Misfits t-shirt and black skinny jeans. I change into those clothes, not even thinking about a shower. Once I've changed, I place an Iron Maiden CD in my stereo and let the music overcome me. Music is my only escape. Its the only way that I cope with this shit life I have. I nod my head to the beat of the music, while walking around my bedroom gathering all my school supplies that seem to be scattered.
"Frank! Get your ass down here!" My father yells from downstairs. What did I already do wrong? I head downstairs, quickly, to not make him even more angry then he already is. My father is sitting in his leather recliner, holding a beer. Fucking goddammit. He's drunk. This is going to be horrible.
When he doesn't remove his eyes feom the television screen I say, "Yes?" He switches his gaze over to me and all I see is pure hatred burning in his eyes. "I ask you to do one fucking thing while living in my house! And you disobey me! Why can't you be quiet, you piece of shit!" He swallows the rest of the beer and throws the bottle at me, which I easily dodge. Im used to his fits of anger.
This makes him even angrier. Fuck Frank,that was not a smart move. My father gets up and charges at me. Its all so quick I don't even have time to respond to his actions. He puts a hand around my throat and shoves me up against the wall. "You fat, pathetic, freak! You are not my son! No one with my blood could ever be this much of a bitch!" He gives me a punch to the stomach. He doesn't stop at just one. "Thus is what you deserve!" When I finally get used to the fist blows, he brings up his knee to me stomach. I cough hard, seeing spots of red in my vision. My father steps away and I crumble to the floor. "Don't fucking disobey me again" He grips my hair and pulls my head up from the ground. "Got that?" I try with all my might to nod. As my father seems pleased with himself, he lets go of my hair and walks back over to the recliner. "Get to school, faggot." Does he really expect me to go to school in this condition? I know I don't have an option here. I try to stand up, but it feels like my abdomen is being torn ever so slowly.
I force myself to stand up, ignoring the pain. Trying not to focus on it. Today is going to be hell, I think to myself as I climb up the stairs. I grab my backpack, trying to not bend over.
Before I leave, I head into the bathroom. I stare at myself in the mirror. Im disgusting. There a bruise starting to form around my neck and I have a tiny split on my lip somehow. Looks like I have to wear a hoodie today. I lift up my band t-shirt to inspect the damage. My stomach is pratically purple already. Damn, I really hope he didn't break anything. I slide it back down and exit my bathroom. I hurry to grab my backpack, my phone, and my black hoodie. I slide the hoodie on, put my phone in my pocket, and gently put my backpack on my shoulders. How will I make it today? I barely can breath without immense pain spreading throughout my torso. I exit the house, without another word from my father. I start to wonder for the countless time... What did I ever do to deserve this? Why is this what Im stuck with?
I pull my earbuds out of my backpack and plug them into my phone. I need to drown out my thoughts. I put on Iron Maiden and turn it up to full volume and I hurry my way to Bellevue High School.

I arrive at the school at 7:15. School doesn't start for another half an hour. I go to the designated area and pull out my pack of cigarettes. I only smoke when I have high levels of stress or whenever this happens. Needless to say, Im almost constantly smoking. I put the cigarette in my mouth and light up. I inhale the intoxins, feeling like a weight has been removed from my shoulders. I blow out, watching the smoke fade into the air. I continue this until my cancer stick is gone. I want to grab another, but I have to limit myself or I won't have any for a like a week. I drop the remainder of it on the ground and smash it with my shoe. I keep looking down and walk back towards the enterance if the building. The bell rings, and so starts another hell.

Notes

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