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The teacher looked at me with a serious face.

"The principal called... she wants to see you in her office." She said with a sad face. I knew something was wrong. After awhile of hesitating, I went to her office. When I went into the office the principal turned around in her chair. I looked deeply into her eyes. You could tell she had been crying because her eyes were red and swollen.

"Have a seat" She said with a horse voice. "Your mother called, she has bad news. I'm afraid your father has died in a car crash. He was drunk driving and he hit a diseal." Tears started to well up in my eyes then all of a sudden I screamed...

"NOOOOOOO!!!" I sobbed. I fell to the floor and took out a razor. I held it to my pale limp wrist, about to commit suicide, but all of a sudden my principal punched me in my face, knocking me out cold. When I woke up I was in a mental hospital for depressed suicidal emos. I remembered what happened and started crying again in bed. I was so confused. My dad anally raped me when I was 5 years old. I've hated him for it for years, but then why was I crying? For some reason the memories of him raping me made me hard, so I took out my sausage and stroked it slowly for awhile and then increased speed. Cream spurted out of my sausage, and then I felt it... a sinking feeling in my stomach. I felt so wrong for what I did and I started to break down and sob. I took out my switchblade and gripped the sharp blade tightly in the palm of my hand. I felt a release of emotions from the pain and fell asleep.

Well, that's it for part 2... what do you think?