My mother’s gone my father hates me I can’t bare this pain

I’ve had enough of life. I’ve been hearing voices in my head, they said: Kill your self, Don’t care, Death, runaway, Blood, Stab, Pain, Sucide. I was sitting in school listening to… well supposed to be listening to Mr McCord rambling on about how you should set out the night’s homework, but I didn’t care I wasn’t planning on coming to school tomorrow.when I got home I went upstairs to my bedroom and sat quietly on my bed staring at the floor.

Then my dad called me. I slowly shuffled down the stairs to see what that putrid man wanted. ‘what?!’ I said.’That will teach you to get to me quicker when I call you’ he laughed.I stormed up to my room and pucnched a wall untill my nuckles were bleeding. The only person I wanted dead more than my self was him. I hated him, absolutly hated him.I went into the bathroom and grabbed the razor, rolled up my sleeve an began cutting deep into the flesh of my left shoulder.

The blood ran down my arm and trickled off my fingers.I’d cut myself befor but this really hurt and to matters worse it wouldn’t stop bleeding. I went into my bedroom and got my school shirt, I pulled of the sleeve and tied it round the cut to stop the bleeding. But after a while it eventualy stoped bleeding.I left the house without telling my dad. I went into town and on the way decided tonight I will die. But its not just going to be another sucide story. Im going to become famous before I leave this world.

when I arrived in town I lifted a big stone a hurled it at Mr Jones’ window. Mr Jones was a disabled old man who spent his time feeding birds and small animals. But I had no sypathoy for him.I then picked up more rockes and smashed every window in his house. Moving on I ran away.

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I found a really expensive looking car. But it had no badges so I couldn’t tell what it was. I hauled myself on the car using my good arm, stood up and kicked the window through. Now that was a really stupid idea I thought.

The glass had gashed my leg open, the pain was crippeling. I fell of the car and landed on the road I crawled over to the side and rolled up my trouser leg and pulled out the bigest parts of glass from my leg.Just then a police car came speeding round the corner with the sirenes on.. In the driver seat was a police man and in the pasanger seat was Mr Jones. Both of them got out of the car when I got up, I hobbled of as fast as I could.

As I was running I heard Mr Jones yelling.’That’s him!!’ My adrinaline started pumping and I couldn’t fell any pain. The police man came sprinting after me.With an ear splitting scream I launched my self through the glass window of the of the little weaponary shop. I really hate glass! I thought to my self. I was now bleeding more than ever . there was blood in my eyes, on my hands, on my clothes, I looked like I’d just massacared someone!I grabbed the nearest box, on the front it read ‘G10 9mm.

‘ I quickly looked around to find some 9mm bullets, I was in luck, I found some.I ripped both the boxes open scanned the instructions, loaded the gun and was ready to slaughter someone.I stagered back out through the window to find the police man who had been chasing me standing, open mouthed, staring at me.I held the gun up in my left hand, smiled gently and pulled the triger. When I opened my eyes the first things I noticed was Mr Jones on his knees weeping. He was covered in the policmans blood. The second thing I noticed was that the bone that’s supposed to be in my arm was now sticking out of where my elbow used to be.

I was loosing quite a lot of blood. I continued moving untill I got to the police car. I shot all the tires so they couldn’t follow me and headed for home.As I mentioned before the only person I wanted dead more than me was my dad.

When I got home my vision was blurred and I was very pale, I was rapidly bleeding to death. My dad was in the kitchen. He said’You finialy going to die, are you?’ I replied’Not before you.’ I then pulled the gun out, using my right hand, and shot him three times in the chest.

His insides splattered all over the window.I raised the gun to my head…Closed my eyes and said..

.’Good bye cruel world’…pulled the triger, but nothing happened. The gun had jammed.

I smashed the gun of the floor… and just my luck, the gun un-jammed and shot me in the leg.I fell to my knees, then on my face.

I blacked out after that and remember nothing after that.When I woke up I was in a hospitle with lots of wires attached to me.A few weeks later, and im stuck in a little concrete room with nothing but a book, a big blunt pencil, a bed and a toilet to entertain myself.