\\How To Save A Life.Part.One//

I thought that. I had to think that way. As soon as I arrived back home, I saw broken pottery on the ground, I saw my report on the table, I saw blood on the sofa. My parents didn't care about me, as long as my sister was alive, they were happy.
[I'm back,]
I managed to say, clutching my clothes close to my chest. I saw my mother standing over my father who was on the ground, blood running from his left eye.
[GO UPSTAIRS!! I HAVE TO TALK TO YOU!!]
She screamed, her face red with angey.
[Don't you dare speak to my daughter like that!]
My father yelled in reply. My mother raised a hand above him and threw it down harshly.
[I'm not finished with you yet! Look at the slut I gave birth to! She's nothing but a waste of time and space!!]
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My own mother calling me a slut, waste of time and space, anmd before I knew it, the word 'trash' escaped her lips and entered my ears. I slowly walked up to my room, trying to ignore the commotion downstairs. I reached the hallway and thought I was safe but as soon as I reached the doorknow, a voice erupted on my left.
[Where do you think you're going?]
They asked. I turned and looked. It was Rita, my older, better, more perfect sister. I glared at her perfect face, hair and neck.
[Where does it look like I'm going? Stupid b*tch...]
I replied lowly. Her eyes widened at my comment, and before I knew it,a scream erupted her lungs. The commotion downstairs had suddenly stopped.
[Rita honey, what's wrong?]
Asked my 'beloved' mother.
[She called me a b*tch!! Mum!! She called me a B*TCH!!]

And there she goes, storming up those stairs and into my face, which was followed by a hard slap.

[What the hell is wrong with you?!]

She screamed. I felt my head beign forced on it's side, I felt the stinging sensation on my cheek, I felt myself reach a limit. God chose me to end my lifeearly and I intended to fulfill that. And so there I was, witha razor at my wrist, trying to think back on what I really fulfilled in my short 17 years of life. I pulled the blade across my wrist and watched as big droplets of blood fell onto the my letter. Suddenly, the door opened and a gasp was heard.
[S-STEVEN!! COME IN HERE!!]
My mother had called as I watched her petrified face turn sickly green, soon, my father joined her too.
[_______!!]
He called, his lips trembling as he ran to me. I couldn't do anything, I couldn't hear anything, I couldn't savour the sound of my mother's tears. What hurt me the most was seeing my father cry for me. The person I hurt the most was him. Although I didn't intend to, I guess I thought more about myself than anyone else. Watching him from above always left me emotionless. He's a therapist now, after the incident 3 years ago. My room is left untouched, not even the cblood stained carpet was cleaned.
[HEY!!]
Yelled a voice who distracted me from my flashback.
**((Continued in Part Four))