When he arrived at his door he stoped and looked down. His clothes were all dirty from getting thrown on the ground and beaten up again.
"Great! Now my mom is going to bitch and complain about my clothes again!" He said to himself.
To avoid his mother, he snuck in through the back.
"Where the hell have you been!?" A voice yelled out.
"Nice to see you too Dad," Jeffrey said sarcastically.
"Do have any idea how late it is Jeff!?" His father spoke harshly.
"Oh, I'm so sorry for getting shoved in a locker and not being found until it was already three hours after school! And then having to WALK home for another hour because the bus had already gone by!" Jeff replied.
"Jeff stop lying! It's always the same story! I bet your just out there smoking crack with your friends and starting fights or something!" His father didn't believe him.
"W-What's going on in here?" Jeffrey's 11 year old brother walked into the room with a worried look on his face.
"This doesn't concern you Liucus, go back to your room!" His father demanded.
"Yea this has nothing to do with you dorkface!" Jeff added on.
Liu then reluctantly walked up to his room with a worried feeling inside him.
"I really hope they don't get in another fist fight like last month..." He thought to himself.
Thier farther then turned back to Jeffrey, "And you get to your room too, I don't want to see your face!"
Jeff obeyed and walked up to his room, shoving his little brother to the ground in the meantime. He slammed the door behind him, and opened up his window so he can light up a cigrate without his family smelling the smoke.
"Everyone hates me..." He thought to himself, "Even my own parents! What good is it to exsist if nobody loves you..."
Jeffrey often struggled with serious depression, he had alwayse been treated terribly by other people, especeally kids his age, and although he used to get along with his parents just fine, ever since he started middle school, things went way down hill. But then there was his brother Liucus... Jeff was never really too fond of him. Probably because he was jelous. He had friends, and people were nice to him. He was also nothing like Jeff. He didn't even look like him! He had much darker skin and hair. He looked like a boy version of his mom, while Jeff looked a lot more like his dad. They had very little of the same interests. Jeff liked horror movies and dark, scary stuff. Liu hated those kinds of things. They gave him nighmares. However, he was the only person who never really hurt him or treated him badly, in fact he was the only person who seemed to try and actually get to know him. But Jeff didn't really see it that way because of his jealousy towards him.
Jeff looked out the window and down at the spot where his dog was burried.
"Smile... You were the only friend I ever had... Why did you have to go and eat that chocolate that you found in the garbage can?," he spoke as if he were talking to his dead dog.
Jeff had siberian huskey named Smile when he was a toddler. He would comfort him when was sad and lonely. But when he was in the first grade, he sadly passed away.
Jeff kept staring at where his old friend was burried, "Did you do it to get away from this world? I wouldn't be suprised... This world is shit... I would probably do it..."
Jeffrey then realized what he had just said. Did he just admit to himself that he would actually consider commiting suicide?!
Jeffrey let the thought run through his mind.
"Nobody would miss me, so I wouldn't be causing anyone pain... In fact the world would probably be happy that I'm dead!" He said, "And I would never have to face my parents, the kids at school, or anyone else again! So yea, maybe I would do it! I have nothing to live for anyways, all there is for me is more pain. So why go through that instead of just end it all now! ...I should do it... I don't even deserve to live..."
Jeff then remembered that his father had a gun hidden in the drawer in the nightstand in his bedroom.
"I'm going to do it..." Jeffrey thought.
He snuck into his parent's room and carefully took the gun out of the drawer. Then he went down into the garage. He held the gun up to his head, and put his finger on the trigger. But he didn't pull it. He was scarred. What was on the other side? Where will he go?
"I have to do it!" He thought, "Anything is better than this life!"
Tears started to fall down his cheeks as he struggled to find the courage to do it. But before he could find it, he felt something yank on his hair so hard that that he was driven into the ground.
"JEFFERY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING DOWN HERE WITH A GUN!" It was his father. He had caught him in the act.
"What is going on down here!?" His mother rushed down to the garage as Liu followed her.
"Jeffrey decided it would be funny to take the gun and mess around with it!" His father clearly did not see what his son was actually doing.
"Dad I-" Jeff was cut off short when a fist came flying at his face. His father hit him. Not hard enoght to briuse him, but it still hurt.
"Jeffrey this is the last straw!" His mother yelled harshly.
She dragged him upstairs to his room and locked the door. She obviously didn't know what to do with him. They had tried every punishment they could think of that wasn't against the law, and nothing seemed to work.
"You stay in there until I think of a punishment for you!" She yelled.
Then she went downstairs.
"B-But Mom, Dad, I don't think he was actually-" Liu was cut off short by his father.
"This does not concern you, so stay out of it!" He yelled.
"GODDAMNIT!!!" Jeffrey screamed as he kicked and pounded on the door, "FUCK YOU GUYS, I HATE YOU! I HATE ALL OF YOU!!!"
He then fell to his knees and started to cry. He just sat there and cried. He didn't know how long he was crying when he finnally couldn't take it anymore. He walked over to his drawer and pulled out a razor blade. He pulled down his sleeve, revealing many cuts and scars. He slid the blade down his skin making blood drip down his arm. He repeated the same thing on his other arm. The pain calmed him down, but he still felt like crying. So he repeated the same thing over and over again hoping to feel more relief. But then he saw something in the corner of his eye. It was Liu standing at his door with a horrified expression on his face.
"J-Jeff... What are you..." He tried to speak.
Jeff quickly pulled down his sleeves trying to hide the cuts he made.
"N-Nothing, I wasn't doing anything! Get out!" He shouted at him.
Liu's eyes started to fill up with tears.
"Jeff... W-Why... Please don't..." Liu couldn't form a full sentence.
He then ran over to his brother without a second thought, and wrapped his arms around him.
"PLEASE DONT HURT YOURSELF!!!!" He cried, "I KNOW WHAT YOU WERE ACTUALLY DOING IN THE GARRAGE! PLEASE JEFF, YOUR MY BROTHER, I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU!"
Jeffrey was shocked. He never even thought that his brother, or anyone else for that matter actually cared about him. Tears started to roll down his cheeks as he hugged his little brother back.
"I-I thought you hated me like everyone else..." He said.
"How could you think that Jeffrey? I'm your brother! And brothers stick together no matter what!" Liu replied, "I want to help you not hurt you!"
"All these years I've been so blinded by jealousy over you... I-I'm so sorry!" Jeff cried, "I never took time to get to know you!"
"It's okay brother... Don't cry... I'm going to help you..." Liu said in a kind voice, "Just promis me you won't kill yourself..."
"I promis Liu..." Replied Jeffery.