Chapter one
I woke up again and I had tears that covered my face. My mum wont stop asking me why im like this. Well, I just am.
I got online yesterday night and I saw all the posts about me. I hate life. I hate everyone. Who needs friends? Who the fuck needs them? The only thing that can help me is myself…
I have to go to school again. Oh yah, the place where fags and posers and fucking sluts go to! I am in so much pain that my scars are just the reason I still am here.. I hate pain.. my friends wont even talk to me anymore. They all left me alone in this closed world.
I got dressed and took my dads gun and left. I always carry the gun to scare off people if they mess with me. My name is Jacob by the way and this is my daily life of stress and no way out except one.
I entered normally to my first class and everyone gave me glares. I just plugged in my earbuds and listen to some music. . This is personally is my everyday life at school.
Ow! What just happened?
“ hey emo! Are your going to whine to your mommy tonight?” stupid Ryan.
“maybe ill make your mother cry at your funeral?” I silently gave him a glare and I chuckled a bit.
“stupid emo.” He walked away with a frightened look in his face.
I finished all my classes and finally got to leave hell. Some man was looking at me by the pole today. He looked like he was 15 or something. Don’t know. I got home and mum asked if I wanted anything and like always I say no. “Jacob, you have to eat. Its not good for your health living like this.”
I ignored her and went upstairs. I got on Facebook and then it hit me. Stupid Ryan posted a video.
I clicked on it and never expected this…
“ Hey people, my name is Jacob and im a fucking pussy emo. Now let me show you around my room. This, this is my coffin and I masturbate in there. Now over here are my parents and I killed them of course. I slit my wris-“
“fuck you Ryan” I mumbled. “FUCK YOU!!” I cried out so hard.
I spent an hour crying in my bed and I notice a video. It showed a group of people with masks and.. they were holding cards saying “ this world has no more light. “
Immediately I commented. “this world has light. You just have to find it.”I went to bed and just sat there. I have nothing in life. I always get pushed around. I graved my razor. I just cant do this to myself anymore. I just cant stop either. I looked at the window and it was raining. I admire the rain. Drops of rain poured down like daggers. I sat there and watched the rain a bit more until I turned and looked at my razor. A tear fell. Then one more. Then five more. I got up and sat at the corner of my bed remembering all the things that have happened to me.
“stupid emo.” I herd Jessica, my prom date said before.
“I cant believe I was friends with him.
I herd a knock at my door and quickly hid my razor and wiped the tears and ran to my computer.
“come in.”
“Hey Jacob. Do you want to come down for dinner or want me to bring your dinner up here.”
“um. Up here.”
“of course, why would I ask. Why don’t you come down for dinner anymore?”
“I like to eat here.”
“ oh.”
“just leave. Im not hungry anymore.”
“but its going to get cold.”
“then bring it.” I gave her a glare as I don’t want her here. There is a reason I hate her. When I was a kid. My mum and my dad kicked my out of the house. They were drunk like always. But they never came for me. Once they forgot me for a week and I had to steal food and get food from the trash. The pain they made me go through. The next time I went to school. A kid told the whole class that he saw me eat food from the trash can and the whole class made fun of me. Each time my parents get drunk I just lock myself in my room and stay quiet. Silently sitting on the floor.
Mum came back and gave me dinner. But of course. Its never cooked right. I got back to the message and asked “where can we talk?” a few minutes later they sent me a web link. I put in the code to a group chat. A person with a mask and with black and red hair appeared.
“um. Hi I guess.”
I heard silence.
“ hi. Anyone on?”
A person appeared and it was a teen like looking guy. He had black hair and had blue eyes with a painted scar on his left cheek starting from an end of his lips moving up.
“my name is Andy.” His voice was so low.
“hi Andy, I guess.” I saw a tear fall. It fell off his white pale skin.
I looked at his arm that had scars on. “ are you okay Andy?”
He stared at me. “DO I LOOK OKAY TO YOU?”
“look at what life has done to me?!” he cried yelling.
“ Sorry I asked.” I felt a stab down my back.
“Forget it. What’s up with you?”
I forgot I looked like I cry still. Even though I wiped my tears my mum doesn’t care. “I-I..”
“not ready to talk to me aren’t you.?”
I looked down. I heard my mum yell out “Jacob its time to go to your Veronica’s sweet 16th.!”
“I got to go Andy.” He looked at me straight in to my eyes. Like if I said something wrong.
“why.?”
“ I have to go-“
He cut me off by saying “Do u want to go?”
i-i didn’t know what to say. “hey if you every need to talk, just come back here. Im the only one on right now but this is called the Suicide Room. Im just going to let you in because you look like you will need us.”

Notes

first fan fiction so yurp.