Cutting My Way Through Chapter 2 I went to room, locked the door,

Cutting My Way Through

Chapter 2

 I went to room, locked the door, and threw myself onto my bed. I bounced upwards a little bit because of how hard I slammed myself on the bed. I sat there for a little bit, letting all the emoitions soak in. For the first time in a long time, I wan't disappointed in myself for what I had done, I was proud. I had proved to myself that I was stronger than all of them. One day, I thought, all of them are going to push me too far and they will regret it. Yeah right, I thought again, I told myself that everyday for the past two years but its no use. I wish I was just normal like all of the other people. I imagined what it would be like to be wanted, to be normal:
"Hey, Keith! Wanna come over to my house for a party this Friday night!?" One of the jocks would say. "Sure! Who's gonna be there?" I would ask. "Anyone you want to invite." He would say, and I would invite all my friends from all around the world that I knew just to celebrate with me, because that's how jocks do it. And maybe even drink a little, because popular people arent afraid of anything, even if it's illegal, I thought.
I grabbed a couple of tissues from my bedside table and wiped off the tears that were running down my cheeks and rolled over to my other side of my bed, because the other side had become damp from my tears. I heard the slam of a door from downstairs and the whole house vibrated. It was my mother, I knew it was. I sat up and walked to my door to make sure that it was locked, just in case my mom wouldn't come in and yell at me. I heard my mom switch on the T.V. and watch another replay of SNL, or Saturday Night Live, like she always does when she gets home. I heard her open the dishwasher to put a dish in from her snack I presume she was eating. My body grew tense when I realized that I might not have wiped off all of the blood.
I heard a high pitched scream and I felt my body grown even more tense as I felt the vibrations from the stairs as my mom raced up the stairs. I heard the click-click of the doornob turn left and right. I told myself, maybe its a coincidence that she's angry, like all the other times.
"Why is this covered in blood!?" My mother demanded.
      

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