This is a kind of crapy story, this is just the rough draft!!: Chapter 1

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This is a kind of crapy story, this is just the rough draft!!: Chapter 1

My hands and feet are tied together, and I feel my body hit the water. Weights have been attached to my feet. Sinking, sinking... I hit the bottom, sand shoots up from the impact and hit my feet. My feet are going numb due to the rope. I strugle, getting me no were.. I'm almost out of air. It's gone, and I open my mouth, getting nothing but lungs full of water. I'm fading away, slowly... Gone.
~One week before~
"You need to do something with your life!" Dad shouts as I walk down the stares, late on a Tuesday night. He's doing paper work on the kitchen table.
"Like what?! Do you want me to be like you? Every thing has a time and place? Everything is always planned out?!" I shout back, We've had this fight almost every night, ever since Mom left.
"What did you just say Alex?!" He stands up, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt, pushing me against the wall. Growling into my ear, using the free hand to grab me by the hair, forcing me to look at him. "What did you say?!" He shouts again. I don't respond. He takes me off the wall, draging me close behind him, his blue suit spelling like flowers reminded me of mom. He pushes me down the stairs while shouting "You learn to respect me you hear?!" and slams the door. I lay at the bottom of the stairs, sobbing to myself. Managing to pull myself together, I walk into the bathroom, holding my chest. I flip on the light, looking into the mirror. My black hair is long and shaggy, with the blue eyes my mother blessed me with. I take off my shirt, reviling my pale, scrawny body. I excamine my chest, checking my ribs to see if any of them are broken, they arnt. I look closely at my reflection, it seems like it's fading away from me, getting further and further. I fall to the ground, passed out...
The morning seems to come sooner than imagined, my dad storming down to the basement, to find me on the bathroom floor. He gets a glass of ice cold water and splashes it on my face. Waking me with a jolt...
"Time for school Sleeping Beauty!!" He laughs to himself, he always did that, laughing at his own jokes I mean, when they weren't even all that funny "We're leaving in 10 minutes boy! Get your a** up!" He throws me a tight fit black shirt. I stand up, tiredly putting the shirt on, heading up the stairs into the kitchen. He's already out in the car, honking at me to hurry it up. I grab my things, my backpack, my unfinished homework from the night before, and my shoes. I go as fast as I can out the door, grabbing bread from the counter as I go past, and I'm soon in school. In front of them all...
Sorry it's really lame Dx this is the kind of story that is from the top of your head