Save me from myself (Ryan)

[mad6]

Ryan gasped in shock and awe when Lorcan rolled up his sleeve, tears automatically jumping into his eyes. “They.. they they.. did that? To you? On purpose?” Ryan knew that his parents abuse was bad, but you really couldn’t know how bad it was until you saw it for yourself. “ Why Doll, im so sorry!” Ryan of course, had no idea why he was apologizing, but it made him feel kind of better. Lorcans parents should be looked up on the spot but there was really nothing but Lorcans word against theirs as proof.He was proud of himself for not crying, but he felt like s shmuck for not being able to do anything. Lorcan had already said the cops didn’t help, and Ryan couldn’t think of anywhere else to run to if something like that had happened to him. Ryan looked down at his hands, he was completely lost for words. Fiddling with his hands was getting him nowhere. He felt super bad, and not like in the song way, but like he should be locked up because he couldn’t help someone way. “Do you have to go home?” Ryan didn’t want Lorcan to go home, but he guessed that Lorcan would get extra punishment if he didn’t.

[lizzie7]

“Yeah they did on purpose, every single day of my life is the same. I go home praying that it never goes too far and I don’t black out. I have before, but once I do it gets even worse. There’s so many bruises on my skin, so many cuts, and each of them has a story of I got it. I was once locked in a closet after I blacked out, I was in there for two days with no food and two water bottles I found. They finally let me out, said they forgot I was in there but I knew better. I knew they knew I was in there and I knew that they didn’t want to let me out, but someone noticed my absence.
One of their friends, I lie to them about what happens to me. They have no idea what really goes on, they said I was away and that night they finally let me out. I’m so use to not being fed that I almost expect it, when I do eat I sneak the food from my kitchen when my parents are finally asleep or when they are not home. It’s all on purpose though, every single last cut, bruise, and scar is done on purpose” he sighed shaking his head.
The saddest part was this was his life, it was just what he was so use to and he couldn’t find a way out of it in till he was finally eighteen. “I just fear blacking out and never waking up” he muttered putting his head in his hands, “no I have to. If I stay out later I get extra punishment, they always just think I’m out telling people I’m abused. I’m lucky I’m out right now because they aren’t home” he closed his eyes, “it never ends”. It never ever ends, he was scared for his life.