The drunk male shouts angrily with an agitated look focused on the young brunette, as he lunges himself toward Jeremy.

~Jeremy's POV~

Focusing my attention on the man throwing himself I try to comprehend what the hell is going on.  Then I realize.

There he is. The man who ruined my life.  The man who killed my mother.  The man who is going to die.  My father....

My whole body is body is slammed to the ground and us immediately surrounded by pain.  My face is slapped,  my stomach is punched,  my arms and legs are cut by the sharp blade of a pocket knife.

I bite my lip to avoid tears. But I don't cry.  I don't scream in pain. I endure it. 

With a swift swing of my cut arms the knife is now firmly placed in my right hand.  I wildly laugh like a maniac.

"It's payback bitch" I raise the knife high above my head.

I love the petrified look of fear on my father's face.  He's going to know how it felt after all those years. With all energy and force I have left I repeatedly pierce his skin with the sharp tip of the knife.

A long deep cut through his legs.
There's blood on the floors.

A stab to his chest.
He's coughing up some of his insides

A swift slice to his neck
The tears are flowing from his eyes

"Does it hurt?  Do you feel the pain you asshole." Bringing the knife deeper into his neck.  "THIS!  THIS IS WHAT I HAD TO FUCKING GO THROUGH!  I HAD TO FACE THIS SHIT EVERY GOD DAMN DAY!"  I shout in anger as memories of the abuse flow through my mind.

"S-Stop.I'm your f-father.  You l-love me. " The bloody male croaks out barely audible. 

"Put the knife deeper?  Is that what you said?"  I taunted slightly pushing the knife in before roughly being pulled away by my sweater collar.

                   ~3rd person~

"Jeremy! What the fuck!  This isn't you!  What are you fucking doing!? You almost killed a-a creature!" The security guard raged.

"What g-going on? " Jeremy questions with fear in his eyes as he drops the bloody knife from his grasp.

" I-I-I I'm a M-MONSTER! Jeremy sobs out viciously shaking his head, averting his eyes to glance at his bloody hands.  His mind is filled with regret.

"I d-did this!?  Thi-This isn't me! " 
The brunette is quivering and sobbing out inaudible words.  Jeremy is embraced by a pair of welcoming arms as Mike pulls him in for a hug,  petting his hair softly like a mother comforting a child.

Jeremy's cries come to a stop as the room is filled with silence.  Only the sound of quiet raspy coughs can be heard, until it also reaches its limit and ends in a gasp for air before silence it heard once again.

Blood covering the dirty wood planked floor.  A body lay unmoving in the middle of the living room. Jeremy has his face pressed up against the older males chest clinging to his raggedy sweatshirt. Nobody moves.

The sound of sirens fill the air.  Police come running in through the open door.  Questions are asked.  Many are unanswered.  Lies are made.  "There was a break in.  It was self defense."  The young adult too upset to answer any questions aimed at him.

About an hour or so later the police left,  leaving Jeremy and Mike alone once again.  Wiping away the tears from his face with his sweater sleeve Jeremy stated that he was going to the bathroom.

Making his way through the hall and into the medium sized bathroom,  he places his self upon the toilet seat.  Reaching into the back pocket of his jeans,  he retrieves a bloody razor blade.  Placing it near his wrist he makes quick cuts followed by negative comments.

Slice
For being a burden...

Slice
For bring attention to myself...

Slice
For being a monster...

Slice
For being a mistake...

The drip drop sound of tears and blood hitting the tile floor is heard.  Picking himself up he brings  himself to the sink rinsing off any fresh blood and wrapping his wrists tightly in gauze.

Slowly walking back to the living room with a fake smile,  he apologizes repeatedly to Mike.

AYEEEEEEEE! So what do you think?  Not good enough?  Sorry it's bad... Should I improve it somehow?!  Please tell me if something is wrong... I don't have an editor anymore so yea.  Also I drew that picture!  U like?  No.  Okay.  Bye my Kawaii potatoes!!!!  I luv chu!!!!!

                  - Jazz