Like A Blade You'll Stain, chapter 1
"What the fuck is your problem?" he shouted at me grabbing me by the throat and throwing me against the lockers. I stood there closing my eyes for a second; opening my eyes, I wiped the already pouring blood from my nose. I went up to him and punched him straight across the face, also causing his nose to bleed.
"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE," shouted Mrs Holden standing observing the blood and bruises on our faces.
"WELL," she shouted waiting for an answer,
"I suggest if you don't want to be put in detention for the next two weeks you move along to your lesson," she said sternly staring at the both of us and walked off. I looked back up at Luke as he grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and shoved me against the lockers.
"I suggest you watch your back you fucking punk because I WILL get you back for this." He let go of me and walked of. I watched him disappear around the corner, lent against the lockers, and slid down to the floor. I was sick of it every day people starting fights with me and I was always made out to be the evil one, I grabbed my skateboard and rucksack and walked out of school up to a hill that over looks the school. I could already see my friend Shayne sat on the hill.
"Hey Mj over here," he shouted towards me. I ran over to him and he noticed the black eye and bloody nose.
"Let me guess Luke been giving you trouble, I told you you shouldn't have messed about with his girlfriend," he said looking up at me.
"Hey, she started making out with me," I said whilst sitting down next to him.
"You want one," he said handing me one of the joints out of his pocket, without answering I grabbed one and lit it. We just laid there looking up at the sky stoned out of our minds, when I thought I should get home before my mom and step dad get back. I grabbed my rucksack, said bye to Shayne and started skating home. I walked into my house and could hear my mom and step dad arguing in the next room and the odd plate being thrown, I quickly walked up stairs too my bedroom until someone grabbed me, "get the fuck of off me Eddie." it was my step dad.
"Where the fuck have you been you little shit."
"At school where do you think?"
"Do you think I'm an idiot, I got a call from your school you've been hanging around with your pot head friends again haven't you!" he slurred I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"So what if I was, its got nothing to do with you, you're not my dad your an asshole." I tried to pull away but he pulled me back and punched me square in the face, I fell to the ground as he started repeatedly kicking me in the stomach.
-pause from the story: I'm Mj, I'm 15, and right now and from what I can remember life is pretty shit. My step dad Eddie is a dick, is an alcoholic and when he's around my mom drinks. Before my mom met Eddie we got on pretty well, we still do apart from when she drinks. I've never met my real dad, but I'm determined to find out who he is. well back to the story.-
I ran into my room and put the clash onto my stereo, as I grabbed my blade hid in my top drawer and stared at the already dried blood on the blade. I pulled back my black sleeve to my hoodie, pressed the blade hard against my skin. I watched the blood rise around the blade and dragged it across my wrist, and saw my reflection in the deep red colored liquid as it hit the ground.
"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE," shouted Mrs Holden standing observing the blood and bruises on our faces.
"WELL," she shouted waiting for an answer,
"I suggest if you don't want to be put in detention for the next two weeks you move along to your lesson," she said sternly staring at the both of us and walked off. I looked back up at Luke as he grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and shoved me against the lockers.
"I suggest you watch your back you fucking punk because I WILL get you back for this." He let go of me and walked of. I watched him disappear around the corner, lent against the lockers, and slid down to the floor. I was sick of it every day people starting fights with me and I was always made out to be the evil one, I grabbed my skateboard and rucksack and walked out of school up to a hill that over looks the school. I could already see my friend Shayne sat on the hill.
"Hey Mj over here," he shouted towards me. I ran over to him and he noticed the black eye and bloody nose.
"Let me guess Luke been giving you trouble, I told you you shouldn't have messed about with his girlfriend," he said looking up at me.
"Hey, she started making out with me," I said whilst sitting down next to him.
"You want one," he said handing me one of the joints out of his pocket, without answering I grabbed one and lit it. We just laid there looking up at the sky stoned out of our minds, when I thought I should get home before my mom and step dad get back. I grabbed my rucksack, said bye to Shayne and started skating home. I walked into my house and could hear my mom and step dad arguing in the next room and the odd plate being thrown, I quickly walked up stairs too my bedroom until someone grabbed me, "get the fuck of off me Eddie." it was my step dad.
"Where the fuck have you been you little shit."
"At school where do you think?"
"Do you think I'm an idiot, I got a call from your school you've been hanging around with your pot head friends again haven't you!" he slurred I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"So what if I was, its got nothing to do with you, you're not my dad your an asshole." I tried to pull away but he pulled me back and punched me square in the face, I fell to the ground as he started repeatedly kicking me in the stomach.
-pause from the story: I'm Mj, I'm 15, and right now and from what I can remember life is pretty shit. My step dad Eddie is a dick, is an alcoholic and when he's around my mom drinks. Before my mom met Eddie we got on pretty well, we still do apart from when she drinks. I've never met my real dad, but I'm determined to find out who he is. well back to the story.-
I ran into my room and put the clash onto my stereo, as I grabbed my blade hid in my top drawer and stared at the already dried blood on the blade. I pulled back my black sleeve to my hoodie, pressed the blade hard against my skin. I watched the blood rise around the blade and dragged it across my wrist, and saw my reflection in the deep red colored liquid as it hit the ground.
