User:Gamzeelove

I rocked back and forth in my rocking chair my eyes set forward on the dark wall. My fingerrnails dug into the cool fabric as I whispered hushed words. I stood up. The white walls seemed to close in around me. My name is Jacob, Jacob Shen. My hair was shaggy and black. I had bags under my blue eyes. I lived in a pcycho home, My parents sent me here after I tried suicde. They'd come home to me with an axe handle to my neck, I was polishing the tip trying to rid of the blood of my own, I'd just heard them enter when I was attempting but it was simply to late. They'd taken me to special care but it hadent helped.So they gave up. I was brought here the only things in my small room at the ward were a ripped up rocking chair and a table with paper and crayons on it. For an 18 year old man I loved to draw. The pictures i'd drawn lined the white walls. I smiled and walked to the table. I froze to see somthing was jolted down on the paper. I twitched and bent down to read it  " W A T C H   Y O U R  B A C K" It wrote in black crayon, I was confused, An odd ringing begun to slowly sound in my ears. I shook it off and walked back to my rocking chair when suddenly a tall male opened the door. "Good evening Jacob" He buffered. I stared at him my body juts twitching. "Please sit" The male ordered. I obeyed and crawled into the chair "Yes?" I asked the man, "I have some guests for you" He annouced. Just then I saw them enter the room, They're worried looks a hatred burned in my eyes "Hello mommy, Hello Daddy" I growled softly. "Jacob, Your parents have come to take you home" The tall man explained. He pulled me up. I was pulled to my parents. I remained still. My eyes scsnning over them. "Ho-Home?" I stammered twitching violently. They nodded "Lets go"

It was a few hours later we arrived home. I was guided to my old room, Three years it had been untouched, Three years I was locked up with those pcychos, Three. Bloody. Years. "Jacob?" My mothers voice interuppted my thoughts "Olivia is in her room, She wants to see you". The mention of her name brought tears to my eyes. My sister was the oly one left i my family I loved. She was the only one who cared about me, And didn't make fun of my diffrences. I slowly and shakily walked to her room, I pushed open the door to see her sitting on her bed, She instantly jumped up she didn't realize this.. Man was her brother.She stared at me stared at my pale, Almost white skin, Stared at my crazy looking eyes and my unbrushed hair. She gasped when I told her who it was she ran over and threw her arms around me. "Jacob" Olivia cried the 13 year old sobbed into my chest, I gently stroked her head twitching slightly. "I missed you".

I sat in my room my hands clenched in fists. I watched the floor. I felt so free here. To free. I stood up I walked out into the dark hallway, Slowly walking down it. I peeked into the bathroom and flicked on the light switch, I opened the door and closed it, Flicking the lock. I turned and stared at myself in the mirror. "Hmmm." I laughed my eyes scanned to the razor whom sat on the counter of the sink. I picked it up and wet it, I shaved the bits of hair growing on my chin. I then dryed it off with a cloth. I stared down at the razor blade. "do it" The voices ran through my mind "do it do it do it" Before I knew what I was doing I ripped the razor blae across my arm, I instantly sheriked the blood dripped violently onto the tiled floor, I shaked and twitched my blue eyes wild as they gawked down at the cut. I heard pounding on the door, It was my fathers voice I heard " Jacob! Answer the door! Open it now!" His voice made me sneer. I turned to the window I found the plunger, The wood would be just fine for my plan. I threw the plunger at the window, It cracked, My body could do the rest I lunged forward and bashed my shoulder into the window, It shattered immedeatly, I was flying straight down straight to the hard ground. I landed with a loud sherik