Oh Sweet Catastrophe

I decide to go back to my house to grab my guitar so we can practice. "Want a ride?" Karma's mom asks. I shake my head, "Nah, i dont need it. Thanks though." She looks at me worriedly,"Alright Cat, see you later." Its a good thing i didnt accept her offer. I go through hell at my house and none of my friends know. Its the reason i self harm. As soon as i get through the door, a large fist flys at my face. I dont have any time to block it. The pain is blinding, my normal welcome home. I feel him roughly grab my hair, pulling my face up to his. "Where the hell were you?" My dad growls. "A-at a f-friends house." I reply. "Without permission?" He asks. "I-I'm sorry, i-it wont happen a-again." I start tearing up. He slammed me on the ground, "Why cant you fucking be a normal kid?" He starts kicking me, causing me to curl up into a ball. The last thing i see before passing out is a big black sneaker. *TIME LAPSE* When i wake up,i see it is after dark. Shit, they are going to be fucking worried. I lift myself to my knees, white hot pain exploding all over. I crawl up the stairs to my room. After i slam the door, i collapse on the floor, bursting into tears. Why does it have to be me? I know why. I am an ugly little piece of shit. Though my brain tells me not to, i get up and look at my mirror. I stare at my tattered body. For some reason, anger fills me. Anger at me, anger at my body, anger at the world. I pull myfist back and slam it on the mirror, shattering it. I stare at my knuckles, whick are now bloody. The pain relieves some of my anger, but i need more. I grab a razor from my top drawer, peeling off the plastic in under a second. I place the blade on my arm, taking a deep breath. I pull the blade slowly, sighing at the relief. One cut for weakness. Two cuts for being worthless. Three cuts for being ugly. I continue to cut until i hear Perfect Weapon blare on my phone. Karma is calling. I drop the blade, feeling regret. I broke our promise. She made me promise never to do it again. I wipe up the blood and pick up the phone. "Hey," i say into the phone. "Catastrophe Rivers, why havent you fucking answered any of our calls." she growls. I wince, "Sorry, i just...i was just tired. I took a nap." "You know we almost called the cops? You said you were going to be right back!" She exclaims. "I-I'm sorry," i mumbles. "Wait," she snaps. "Have you been crying?" "Yeah," i tell her. Pause. "You didnt cut again did you?" I stay silent. She knows from my silence that i did. "Damn boo, what happened?" she asks. "Nothing, just some depression, you know?" I lie. Another pause. "Come over right fucking now. I'm not kidding Catastrophe." "Okay, let me grab a few things." "Cat?" she asks. "What?" "I know it was your dad. Your living with me now." Click.

Notes

Karma knew!!!! ~BuLlEtPrOoF ReBe: