Chapter one

Westley’s P.O.V

I take the small blade in between my fingers. Before I know it, I feel the coolness of it on the sensitive skin covering my wrist. I slide it across my skin and feel that all too familiar burning sensation. I shouldn’t be doing this. I promised my mom that I wouldn’t, but I just can’t handle the voices. They were yelling at me, telling me to do it. The only way to make them shut up is to give in. My eyes flicker to my wrist and see the beads of blood oozing from the fresh cut. I squeeze my eyes shut and take in the feeling. Just as I put the blade to my skin again, I hear the doorbell ring. S**t. I turn the sink on and run my arm under it, washing off all of the blood. Turning on my heel, I run out of the door and down the stairs, pulling my sleeves down all at the same time. I plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. My smile is instantly gone. My mother’s boyfriend, Jackson, is standing there in an expensive looking suit with a bouquet of roses.

“Hello, Westley. Is your mother here?” He asks, flashing a fake smile and checking his watch. Jackson and I hate each other, but we tolerate each other for the sake of my mother.

“No, Jackson. She doesn’t get home for at least another ten minutes. I guess you can come in and wait until she gets here.” I gesture for him to enter the house and close the door behind him before running up the stairs and going to the bathroom. My mom will probably get mad at me for leaving him down there by himself, but I give less than zero f***s. I scan the bathroom for any blood that might have dripped from my arm and find nothing.

“Westley. Come here!” My mother yells from downstairs. She sounds pissed. I walk down the stairs and stand in front of my mother. “Why in the hell did you just leave Jackson down here by himself? What if I didn’t come home until later? He would just be sitting down here all alone.” She seethes.

“Patricia. It’s fine. I’m not even bothered by it.” Jackson puts his hand on her back, rubbing circles.

“Yeah. Well. Nice talking to you mom. I’m going to go to my room now.” I roll my eyes and turn on my heel, running up the stairs once again. Once in my room, I grab my iPod and plug it into my speakers. Soon, So Cold by Breaking Benjamin fills the silence in my room. I pull my shirt over my head and let it drop to the floor. I turn up the music some and pull my pants off, leaving me in my boxer briefs. I pull the duvet down and dive under it. Usually, If I don’t give in to the voices, they don’t let me sleep. Today, however, I gave in. I gave in because I haven’t slept in three days and it was just going to get worse if I didn’t. I reach over, tiredly, and switch off the lamp beside my bed, leaving me in complete darkness.

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“Wesley, honey, you need to wake up.” My mother says softly as she lightly taps on my door. I hear it creak open and the light switches on. I pull the duvet over my head and turn over onto my stomach. “Wes, you can’t avoid them forever. I let you skip yesterday, so you have to go today. I’m sorry, honey. Trust me, if I could keep you away from them forever, I would.” She sighs, loudly. I sit up and swing my legs off of my bed. I head straight out of my door and into the bathroom for a shower. I am very nervous for today. Two days ago, when I left the school, I wasn’t on good terms with some people. I step into the hot shower and let it unknot my muscles. I belt out Hannah Montana song lyrics at the top of my lungs as I shower.

After my shower, when I step out of the bathroom, I see Jackson walking toward the bathroom. What the hell is he doing here? He’s never stayed the night before. Mom knows I hate that. I shoot daggers at him with my eyes while I pass him and he does the same to me. I shove my door open and it hits the wall with a bang. My mother yells up the stairs about the noise and I slam my door shut, just to annoy her even further. Sometimes, I don’t know how she puts up with me. I literately do s**t just to make her mad and she just shrugs it off like it doesn’t even bother her. I rummage through my drawers for a second and find a pair of black skinny jeans and my favorite Slipknot shirt. I slip on a pair of gray vans and put a black beanie on my head. Hauling my bag over my shoulder, I hurry down the stairs and into the kitchen. I’m starving. When I enter the kitchen, There is already a bagel prepared for me next to a glass of milk.

“Thanks, mom.” I say after I chug the milk and place the glass into the sink. I pick up the bagel and speed walk out across the kitchen, kiss my mom on he head, and walk out of the house. My hands start to shake as I slide into my black car. My head is slightly spinning.

Here goes nothing.

Reviews

[LimitlessCoffee]

I enjoy all the detail is this chapter. It serves you well. From the detail, I get a sense of Westley's character as well as his relationships with his mother, her boyfriend, and even the voices.
I also enjoy the correct use of the expression, "I give less than zero f***s". Very nice.
I look forward to seeing more.