Razor Blade Romance- Part Two

Escape? 1

It was nearly two AM when Dylan crept down the stairs with a bag over his shoulder. It was filled with clothes, sketch books, his journal and a few energy drinks. He couldn't hear his father so he guessed that Paul had fallen asleep or collapsed unconscious. As he walked carefully towards the front door he heard a deep growl from nearby. As he grabbed for the handle, hoping to get away before his father saw him a hand snatched the back of his jacket, throwing him back into the hall. 2

Dylan yelped as his back met the corner of the wall and he slid down it; staring up at the fuming face of his father. Biting his lip in preparation of what was coming, Dylan resisted the urge to run, it would only make things worse. 3

"You ungrateful bastard!" Paul yelled as he began to kick him in the side, Dylan thought he heard something break but couldn't be sure. Paul stopped after a while and began yelling again, he picked up a bottle of beer and as Dylan went to get up Paul threw it at him. Luckily for Dylan he saw it coming and managed to cover his eyes; the glass embedded itself in his arms and stomach, not very deep but deep enough for him to yelp loudly. "Get upstairs! I don't want to see you!" Paul screeched, sounding like a great overgrown crow. 4

Dylan didn't miss his chance, he ran upstairs as fast as he could and slammed his door shut, he curled up on his bed and let the tears fall. He was trapped, trapped within this cage that he couldn't escape.5

He pulled a box out from under his bed and looked through it until he found a razor; switching his iPod on to Home by Three Days Grace he dragged the blade across his skin, not feeling the pain. 6

"This house is not a home." He whispered as he let the blood fall onto his floor. After relieving everything he felt inside through the razor he lay back on his bed and closed his eyes, falling to sleep to the sound of Three Days Grace.