Saturday Night Again

Party

(heavily edited)

April 16, 2017// San Antonio, Texas

Jeff Denboroughs house, 8:27PM

(Jacks POV) I made my way through the crowds of people, following the jerk of a new foster brother. I really never knew who they were, the letter my old foster family left was vague, they never planned to die, so they didn't put much into the will and the plan. All they said was for me to call whoever these people were up, say who i was and why i was calling, pack up, take the money and move. I'm not even sure the state of New York Foster Care knew who they were, but I couldn't help it, this is where my foster parents sent me as planned. When i finished my mourning, paperwork, and arranging my things, i got the news that this family had moved to Texas. Wonderful. When I finally moved in, all the new family gave me was the cold, dry, worn down basement, even after a month and a half of living with them, they still didn't acknowledge that I was sleeping on the couch, instead of having my bed, which still happened to be in the damn garage. I had my Captain America blanket, and my soft pillow. It was damp down there, and i cried almost every night Ill admit it,

I'm depressed.

How could i not be? Living here in this hell hole of a state?! Having this life until i graduate?! The bank would barely give me any money since I wasn't even my fosters biological kid, and I wasn't going to continue to live in New York. What a waste of life, why was i even here? I couldn't even pay my phone bill, and I wasn't confident enough to ask that fucking family. I have to pay it myself, with my damn odd jobs, working hours with little money. Soon I realized that well,

I'm in debt

Between this and student loans in the future, how could i make this up? The questions spread in my head faster than a wild fire, faster then lightning. I was trapped in a cramped, wet, hot, bright room. A party. i couldn't get out. Trapped in my own anxiety, following the jackass new foster brother that beat me up everyday after dinner. The bitch of his mother who made me go's name lit up his phone on his back pocket. I couldn't walk anymore.

I stopped

Dead in the middle of the room, my head pounding, my eyes filling with tears, my fathers words playing back in my head. "Live for something, even if its revenge, live and help people, and one day, someone will help you." How, how, how? How can I live if I have nothing to live for? My breathing was speeding up, more raged and more shaky with each inhale. I tried to follow his words, but i couldn't. I wanted to die. I have been loved from the beginning, cared for. Even as an orphan I had foster parents a million of orphans would dream of. Why would this happen, to me?

Questions filled my head, panic rose in my heart, and soon in my body.

I couldn't take it. I ran to the bathroom, nearest i could find. I soon realized I ditched Jackson, the most brother, but i couldn't and wouldn't take it. I got close to the bathroom, my eyes red and my face hot.

I opened the door ran in and slammed it, my breathing slowly calming down.

As my strength slowly returned, and my panic subsiding, i looked up to, a

girl.

Washing dishes.

In the bathroom sink.

She looked down at my foot in surprise, after staring blankly at each other.

"Uhh..." she started, glancing up to my eyes and back down to my foot. After my breathing was normal, the only words that came out were "Just tell me." I was too afraid to look.

"Glass, theres glass in your foot." She got out

My eyes widened in shock.

A/N: Whoosh, I wrote this book back in June but decided to quit bc i just suck lmfao (bitch, me too the fuck?) And now its january and I really love this idea and have written the story in my head for a while anddndndndndndnndndndnd im bored w my life fml. So enjoy hoes. (Jk your not hoes please just read, ill do anything for views) And the reason the song is up there is because when i came up with this story thats the song that reminded me of it,, brings back good memories issa good song.