It knocked the wind out of me, the impact was enough to kill me if I let it.

"S-stop... " I mumble under my breath, Conner laughed rather than quiting. It was a normal response, the rest of his friends run off with my Anthem hoodie, leaving me in a plain white shirt.

"Hmm... Still looks bad... " He reaches out and ruffles my hair a bit. "Much better, now you don't look so emo Tyler. " He says sarcastically. When he's out of sight, I force my body to stand up, and March to the counselors office. I don't think she likes me much though, I go to her office nearly everyday, so instead I walk into the bathroom with blurred vision from the tears that filled my eyes. I pull the small ring box from my pocket, inside lay a silver scrap of metal, a simple, meaningless piece of metal. My bare wrist was begging for the relief, so I slide the blade across my pale skin, the dark red liquid seeped out from my veins. It felt good...

I remember a time when I was ten, my father was yelling in my face again, "your a mistake! " And "why can't you be more like me? " He would ask, it was too much to handle anymore. I picked up the pencil sharpener that Conner had given me, and I began to unscrew the blade. That was the first night I ever cut myself, the first night I ever even thought about suicide.

My cheeks were red and blotchy, you could tell from a miles distance that I had been crying. This was my life, and it was only the beginning.