Even if he was my dad, I hated him. That's all I could think as we watched a quiet movie. If I didn't care about eating everyday he'd be in another state. Of course they would probably kill me, but that wouldn't matter.

The only thing I could do was hate. And of course, help others empathize with me. Then they could understand. 

I went upstairs after announcing that I didn't feel to great. Laying in bed I flicked a small knife out of the matress.

My mind drifted as I watched it skin in my open palm, propelling it easily with a pinkie.

I resolved that going over the plan would help. All I had to do was get the coupon to Louis before Sunday. Since Louis would be playing he would give it to Mark. Mark would cash it in for a jumbo smoothie. After a while he would get up and head to the bathroom, most likely alone. From there it was a simple hit and run. Hit and run with an unconscious hit man over your shoulder, yes, but hit and run nonetheless.

I wondered who Louis was playing this weekend. I mean the team. I wonder who the team was playing. Frowning and losing concentration the knife spun into my forefinger.

My face jerked into a grimace as I walked my hand to the bathroom, knife still dangling. Slipping it out of my skin and setting it aside pain flared in my bone.

I let out a strangled cough noise and rummaged around for a band aid. I unpeeled one and wrapped it around my hand. Blood seeped through quickly. How fast was thatvknife e.g. going?

Panicking I pulled another knife out and wedged it into a spot in the paneled floor. The leverage heaved it up, reavealing four small syringes.

Still fumbling I readied one, snapping of the plastic stopped on the end. I made sure to close the hiding spot and clean up my mess first. I left a note on my bed saying 'went on a walk for some fresh air' scrawled in awful left-handed writing.

Locking myself in the closet I took a breath, putting the needle parrallel to my skin. I found an accessible artery and pushed the top through my skin. Expressionless I let the blue-tinted liquid drain, pulling out the small device and discarding it on the closet floor. 

I smiled as the world cut itself away from me.

Anyone notice a slight difference here? Except for the fact that this chapter is half the normal goal at least. No?

Well you shouldn't, so certainly don't go looking for it. Yes. Do not do that. Don't go look at Chapter Nine paragraph four first sentence for sure. Nope, do not do that.