After I ran into the woods and climbed a tree, I started jumping from branch to branch. It was just something I did naturally, just like getting hit by my dad and getting bullied by my classmates...
Sorry, not the time for dark humor. I kept myself entertained for a few hours before I decided to go home, even though I knew my dad was waiting for me to get home to beat me. I ran home avoiding any cops I saw and once I finally got home, I put my hand on the door knob just to hear the last thing I wanted to hear.
It was dad saying "Hiding again, Jack?" My blood completely froze as he grabbed my hood, dragged me to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and dragged me to my room while suffocating me the whole way. When he let go, I was gasping for air.
He picked me up by my throat and broke both of my knees and my wrists. I clenched my teeth and started to tear up. My dad then took the knife and made deep, long cuts on my chest and sides. I felt the warm liquid drip down to the floor.
After that, my dad threw me on the floor and the carpet around me turned a dark crimson. I laid down sobbing while being so close to death. The last thing I heard before my dad left was his voice saying "IF YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN I'LL CUT YOUR THROAT!"
Then I heard the door slam and the room became silent, other than my sobbing and me whispering to myself, "I hate my family. I hate my dad. I hate my school. I hate my classmates, and I hate myself..."