‘Here we go again.’ He thought as his sister was screaming at his mother. He was getting tired of this. Not one day past without his sister screaming at his mother or his mother screaming at his sister. He walked out to the living room, hoping to get some silence. But that didn’t work. The noise only got louder. ‘For god sake, One more screaming and I’m having a talk with my sister. I’ve had enough of this.’ He thought, and turned on his phone. But just as he turned on his phone, he heard his sister screaming again. ‘That does it!’ he thought, and stormed into the room where his mother and sister were arguing.

‘I’ve had enough of your disrespect!’ He yelled, and stomped towards his sister. His sister backed away in fear. Just as he was about to grab his sister and drag her out of the room, his mother jumped in the way. ‘Stop what you’re doing!’ she yelled at him. ‘What?’ he asked, stunned. ‘Aren’t you going to hit her?’ she yelled. His anger boiled. He’d done nothing wrong and now he was getting yelled at. Plus, now his sister was sneering at him. At his 7 year older brother. ‘Well, I am now.’ He growled, and lunged towards his sister. He hit her multiple times, but then was torn apart by his mother. ‘What are you doing?’ she yelled at him, and in that short meantime, his sister ran away from him. Raging, he stomped back into his room, extremely angry and wanting to get away from everyone, but his mother followed him. He couldn’t even get one second of rest.

‘I’m going out to smoke. Now get out of my way!’ he growled, and pushed past his mother. ‘Smoking won’t end this problem! You hit her! Why did you!’ she yelled at him. He ignored her, and went out of the house. After smoking a few cigarettes in a row, he bought some alcohol and came back home. He drank it to get rid of his anger, but it only angered him further. He went to his sister’s room and broke down the door and other things she owned. It wasn’t exactly hers anyways. His mother’s parenting skill was terrible, and she almost literally did anything her sister asked for. And thanks to that, his sister had no manners or respect for anyone.

His mother called the police after seeing him breaking stuff. And soon the police stormed in. By that time, he was in his room, drinking and trying to calm down. The police storming in only made his temper break again. He laughed sourly and terribly when the police questioned him, and he decided that he wasn’t going to stand this anymore.

Not anymore.

He threw out his forearms and bit himself. He had venom. Not a lot knew that he had it, but nonetheless, he had it. He heard panicked cries from his family. ‘No, no, no, no, no!’ his mother yelled, and ran over to him. His sister had an expression of horror and fear. He smirked.

It was done now.

He was going to go away. Away from this world. Far away. He won’t have to bear the stress again. Not anymore. The world started to get hazy. It wasn’t long now. His mother was crying beside him. She knew there was nothing to help him. Venom was already circling his veins.

His inner demon had finally shown itself. And it won.

‘Goodbye.’ He said, to his mother and his sister. ‘Goodbye.’

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BTW, this is my mental state right now. Not killing myself, but I fear myself from doing it.

And I hate it. I wish I could escape.