1 Death

Derek, that's the name given to me by those people.

If I say my life is hell then that would surely be an understatement, for hell is certainly a more pleasant place than this shit hole.

"Hey Derek, come here," said Liam, a good-looking teenager that has blond hair and is covered with body tattoos that makes him look more like a gangster than a school student.

I responded to his call and went running, but my misfortune got ahead of me and I slipped, falling on the floor right in front of him.

All the students started laughing but I got up hurriedly and stood in front of him and that's when I saw his eyes, they were looking at me in a disdainful, mocking way. " You're quite clumsy aren't you Derek, well anyways I heard that you still haven't gotten a beating today, that's weird but I guess I'll have to beat everyone to it." After he said that, he raised his hand which was like an executioner blade for me, and started hitting me. I fell on the floor and defended myself while other students joined in on the fun.

Rage welled up inside me, all I could do was curse my life again and again. The only thought that surfaced in my mind while I was getting hit all over my body was ' I'm gonna kill them all, I swear I'm gonna kill them all '. The thought rang in my head like an alarm that cannot be stopped and without knowing it I fell unconscious.

After a while, I woke up and found myself lying on the cold floor of the school cafeteria. No one came to help me, not even the teachers, but what can I expect from a school that is well-known for nurturing criminals and gangsters?

Everyone in this school is a piece of shit, bullies beat the shit out of poor students like me. Even the girls are bullies, like that bitch Bianca who is nothing but a slut, but because she has the backing of Liam then she is free to use anyone she wants as a wallet shuttle. I am forced to spend the hard-earned money I get from my job on her needs. I put these thoughts in the back of my head and stood up ready to go back home or whatever I should call that hell dump.

I walked down the street and stopped in front of a shop, I looked at my reflection in the mirror and saw an average-looking 17-year-old boy with black hair that was kinda messy, my body was quite thin due to the malnutrition and was covered in a white, oversized shirt that looked old and ripped shorts were covering my legs.

I checked the watch on my wrist and saw that the time was around 5 pm. I ran as quickly as possible because if I didn't come home before 5 pm then I knew what was gonna happen. I kept on running without stopping and finally stopped in front of a rundown double-floored house.

I took a deep breath and took out the keys from my pocket and unlocked the front door.

I entered the house silently trying not to attract the attention of anyone inside the house.

Sadly, that did not work as I saw three people standing at the staircase. The muscular man with black hair similar to mine was my dad John, and the middle-aged woman with the long brown hair was my mother Trisha. Let's not forget the young teenage girl who had a mocking grin stuck on her red lips, she was my sister Malinda.

I stood there silently looking at my so-called "family", my father was the first to speak " why are you late? " he said in a deep voice that gave me an idea of what is to come. " I was in s-school and I c-came as soon as I finished my classes " I replied, stuttering because of the fear that filled my guts like a meal that I could not digest.

It was my mother's turn, she looked at me coldly and ordered

" Come here ", I did as she said and walked towards her, my legs shaking because of the dreadful aura my dad was emitting. As soon as I closed near, my mother raised her hand and slapped me hard on the face, it stung.

Following that slap, my father started punching me on my stomach, face, and back. He punched me all over my body, and as I lay on the ground not even able to defend myself, I felt his strong kick to my stomach that made me want to vomit what little food I have eaten in the past two days.

My "dear" sister was trying not to laugh out loud, but I could see the cocky smile on her face while seeing her brother getting beaten to a pulp by our father.

After beating me till satisfied my father went upstairs followed by my mother and sister.

I quickly stood up feeling pain from the blue bruises left on my body as a reminder of my suffering.

I limped to my bedroom which was more like a storage room located down in the basement.

After I entered my room which consisted of a wooden bed, table, and a chair. There wasn't even a window to get fresh air, unlike my sister's room which was filled to the brim with posters on the wall, a private bathroom, windows, a big mattress, and even a flat-screen tv for entertainment. I went to my bed and sat on it, cursing my luck for not even having a soft bed to rest on after getting bloodied. After I lay on my mattress, I looked up at the ceiling with my lifeless eyes that were devoid of any emotions.

Suddenly, I felt the same voice that rang in my head at school, invading my thoughts once again. It happened quite often recently, I would only hear " Kill them, Kill them, Kill them "

over and over again.

I closed my eyelids trying to think of something positive so I can forget my terrible headache, but nothing positive came to mind, I could only think about the hell I'm living every day.

Finally, I fell asleep not knowing that I won't live to see the light of tomorrow.