Save Me From the Darkness (Cake Vampire) [Discontinued]

2.

Calum.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. The same nightmare haunted me and I couldn't seem to get rid of it.

I looked at my alarm to check the time.

7:05

I sighed.

"Time to get ready for school," I thought to myself.

I climbed out of my bed and swung my legs over. I stretched my arms out and yawned, trying to get myself ready for the day.

I stood up and walked to my closet. I decided to put on a black hoodie, black skinny jeans, and black Vans. I grabbed my blue beanie and looked in the mirror to make sure that it looked right on my head. I decided that it looked fine and walked downstairs to the kitchen.

Even though my foster parents didn't care whether I died or not, they were forced to take care of me. They were being monitored by the government and they were getting extra income because of it.

So if the government discovered that they weren't taking care of me, well let's just say it wouldn't end well for any of us.

The government, social security, and doctors at the hospitals diagnosed me as having 'mental' illnesses. If you ask me, I was fine.

Just fine.

I got into the kitchen and found a plate of waffles made. I grabbed a plate, sat down, and ate in silence.

My foster mom and dad always left for work early and came home late so I was used to spending a lot of time at home.

Once I finished eating, I grabbed my backpack and walked out the door. I usually walked to school because I lived close enough to. I did have my driver's license, but my foster parents decided not to provide me with a car, so I was stuck with walking.

Today wasn't a good day for walking. I had at least three textbooks in my backpack and it really weighed me down. I figured it was better to do all my homework and actually care (italics) about passing instead of failing and having to stay back.

The better I do in my classes, the better grades away, the better college I can get in, the further I can get away from here.

I reached my school to already see people flooding in.

I sighed and joined everyone, seeing them flood into the school.

I walked inside and made my way to my locker, not expecting to talk to anyone. I made it to my locker, put in my combination, and pulled it open.

As I put my textbooks in my locker, I felt someone grab me from behind. I dropped my textbooks and was dragged and had my face pushed up against another locker.

"Hello, Hood. I was hoping you wouldn't be at school today," a voice growled. "I was hoping the same for you Jace," I replied, pushing him away and looking at the brown haired, brown eyed guy in front of me.

"Well, I can always dream. Why don't you just drop dead already? No one wants you here. No one likes you, not even your pathetic foster parents want you here. You're worthless and pathetic for thinking you can be here," he taunted.

The demons in my mind were starting to wake up. I had tried to push them away but they kept coming back and haunting my mind.

I was relocated to Seattle from Boston when my foster parents took me in so no one had no idea what and who I've lost. They had no idea what my past was.

And it hurt like hell seeing them taunt me, saying that I was a depressed freak.

"Stop. Please," I calmly said, trying to keep my anger under control.