"So, what exactly started the whole... cutting issue?" Jack hesitantly asks while we wash dishes. I sigh, knowing I can't get out of it. "I-It all started when Tom started drinking..." I mumble, placing a dish on the dish rack to dry. Jack nods, telling me to continue. I nod back, biting my lip. "Our father would beat us, drinking was Tom's escape, mine was music, until it didn't work anymore. One night when my father came home, drunk, I locked myself in the closet. It was the night after I came out, after he beat me up in front of the whole school. I heard the door slam, Tom told me to hide & I did. I heard my father shout at my brother 'Where is that fag? I'm gonna kill him!' 'Dad, he's not here.' My brother shouted back. Then I heard glass breaking & Tom scream. A piece of glass slid inside the closet from underneath the door, so I got it. I heard about people cutting, I never thought that Id become a cutter. Until that night. I heard my father yelling at my brother & my brother yelling back. That's when, without thinking, I cut." I take in a shakey breath, then continue. "After a few hours I heard the door slam. My brother opened the door, covered in brusies & nasty cuts with a gun to his head. 'A-Alex, dad left to try to look for you. I-I want you to run & never come back. Okay?' He kissed my forehead. 'I love you Alex.' Then he pulled the trigger. I screamed. 'Tom! No!' But it was too late. I got up to get the phone, but the line was cut. I started to panic. I ran up to my room, with tears in my eyes, to pack. I grabbed my back-pack & filled it with clothes. Once I was done I grabbed my guitar & my sweater & ran downstairs. I kissed my brother's forehead. 'I love you Thomas' I whispered then I ran to Mark's house." I take in a deep breath, leaning over the kitchen sink, shaking as tears threaten to spill out. "Oh Alex!" Jack whispers, gently hugging me. "I'm sorry I was a douche canoe." He says with a kiss. I wipe at my eyes. "Don't worry about it." I mumble. "I-I need to go outside" I tell him, walking towards the back yard, pulling out a cigarette & a lighter. I sit on the deck with my head in my hands, smoking, thinking to myself "Why didn't I take my life as well?"

Notes

Sorry, I had no inspiration until I read a few more fics. But hiya there! *waves* I'm back-ish. Title credit to All Time Low. Y'all know the song. ^~^ hope you enjoy! xo