Uhh oops

I'm getting some shitty dejavú

I walked into the foster home and I didn't smell the alcohol I did when I walked into the orphanage. It was nice. "Hello. Are you Peter Parker?" A lady asked me. I nodded and she smiled. "I'm mrs. Smith. My husband is at work at the moment and the kids are at school. Your allowed to take the day off of school tomorrow if you'd like.

I nodded and was led down the hallway. There were (surprisingly) five bed rooms in the small apartment now. We used to only have three. They must have turned Ben and May's offices into bedrooms. I almost cried when I was led to my old room. "Oh Peter, are you alright?" Mrs.Smith whispered. I could only nod.

"This...was my old room. The apartment was my aunt and unlocked when they were alive." I whispered. That's probably the biggest sentence I'll get out in this place. Now that there are reasonable foster parents, I can go in shut down mode. I don't need to protect anyone anymore. They're safe. 

"Awww, well I'm glad you back! As you can see there's only one bunk bed so your just sharing a room with one kid because of your...history." She said, missing the point of all my trauma.

I sighed and went in my old room to find bunk beds. I put my bag on the floor, not knowing which bunk would be mine, and sat in the chair that was in there.

I could faintly smell the scent of cigarettes that was pretty well hidden. But even so, it was hell for my enhanced senses. I put my head in my hands and took a shaky breath.after I moment I lifted and re-looked at the room. I saw my old room. I remembered the old experiences I had in this room. 

I must have sat there for hours because when I got a notification on my phone I looked at it and it was almost time for the other kids to come home.

                                                                  The dysfunctional family 

Mama spider 

Wow kid, that must suck

SK

Most defiantly

And to make matters worse-

IT WAS MY OLD FUCKING ROOM

Mr.ODP

Whoa there kid, take a deep breath

SK

Well I can't at the damn moment! I have to share my room

It smells like cigarettes and I can't stand the smell 

Katniss

Kid, just watch YouTube or something

SK

I csnrn bresyh 

Mr.ODP

What?

Mama spider

HE CANT FREAKING BREATH

low-key

ive got this one

I got an incoming call from Low-key

"H-h-hello?" I stuttered. "Hello spiderling. Do you want to try and calm down with me?" He asked softly. I could only mutter a yes because I was breathing so fast.

"Alright. Then take a see breath," he continued to guide me through the steps and then when he was done I could hear for people coming to the room. 

"I've got to go. The people are back....thank you low-key." I whispered. 

"Of course spider." I smiled.  And hung up. I went into the bathroom that was connected and splashed cold water on my face. I looked in the mirror and you couldn't even tell that I was crying.