3rd Person POV

"NATHANIËL, WHAT IS THIS!!" My father said once I got home, holding up my report card.

"It's my-" I was slapped before I could even finish.

"WHY ARE YOU FAILING IN MATH!!"

"Well... I..."

Before I could finish, he grabbed me by the neck and pushed me against the wall, choking me.

"Now listen, and listen good. If don't quit this slacking off, I swear it will be the last thing you do, do you understand?" I nod, struggling to breath.

He drops me on the floor, and walks away. I cough and choke for air, and when I gather myself, I walk to my room and look in the mirror. A hand mark is imprinted on my neck.

I fight back tears as I go in my drawer, grab my razor, and walk into my bathroom.

I drive the razor across my arm, and watch as blood spills from the fresh wound, covering up the old cuts.

Then a note falls in my lap.

If you ever need help, call me
373-483-7383
~Adrien ❤️

I roll my sleeve back, to cover up my cuts, clean up the blood, and put my blade back in the draw.

I get my phone out, and call the number. (Video 'Chat' 😂😂)

"Hello?"

"Hi,..I need to come over..."

".. Nathaniël, what's...what's that on your neck...?"