The More You Know (Jack Glinsky)

-Chapter 1-

Dear Caroline,
I miss you terribly. I cannot express to you how much I want you back in my life. It's terrible where I am now. I suggest you use your brain when you think you should do something stupid. How's Jack? I hope you guys have still stayed great friends. How's Darla and Kenny? Hopefully their treating you as their own.

Caroline, please remember that I didn't want to end up here. I made a huge mistake, and so did your father. I really miss him too. We both messed up a big part of our lives.

I'm running out of time to write you this letter. The guards are looking at me weird, so I'm sorry I didn't write as much this time, but there is always next time.

I love you always baby.

Love, Julianne (your mother)

I bite my lip as I reread the last letter my mother ever sent me. I read it several times a day to keep me going.

"You ok?" My best friend Jack asks me softly. He doesn't know about my biological parents, and I don't plan on telling him soon.

"I'm fine." I say with a fake smile. He sadly falls for it each time, but I can't complain. At least he cares enough to ask.

I get up from the ground at our secret hiding place, and dust off my pants.

"I have to leave Jack. Thank you for coming down here with me." I tell Jack sweetly.

"Of course Caroline." He replies in his usual too nice manner, adding the sweetest smile. I always fall for his smile. I don't like him that way, but his smile makes me instantly happy.

I drive home slowly, taking in all the trees and terrain I haven't seen in a while. Now I realize why we always came down here when we were little. It's so calm and peaceful.

I roll into my driveway, nervous as to what my foster parents will put me through today. I walk through the door slowly, and look in the kitchen. I find my foster mom, Darla, smoking a cigarette atop the nice island. She's wearing her usual slutty outfit. I suspect she has been at the strip club.

Ever since my foster dad, Kenny, died Darla has been a wreck. She gets drunk most nights, and sells drugs for extra money. That's the reason we have a nice house. I would have already reported her, if I wasn't terrified of her. She physically abuses me when she's drunk, so I try not to mess with her.

"Where have you been?" Darla slurrs. I look at her cautiously.

"I was with Jack." I say nervously.

"I told you to not hang out with that boy, you little whore!" She screams, and flicks an ash from her cigarette on me. I gasp at the burn, and hold back tears.

"I'm sorry Darla." I say respectfully.

"Now get the hell out of my sight you piece of trash." Darla fumes after me. I hurry to my room.

I begin to weep as to what my pathetic life has come to. I sob hard, and eventually find my trusty razor. It is the only thing that reminds me I'm still alive.

I slip into the bathroom, and sit on the edge of the bathtub. With my razor, I tear it down my arm. I smile at the blood that trickles down my forearm. I do it several times before I begin to feel woozy. So Darla doesn't find me passed out, I quickly stop and clean everything up. I bandage my arm, and head back to my room.

After getting my pajamas on, I finally get into bed and begin my night of insomnia once again...

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So this is the first chapter of my fanfic. I love the plotline, and I'm pretty sure I'll update if you guys like it. Comment and vote! Ly <3
~Anna