You're Not Alone (An Adam Young Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

The loud screams from downstairs got worse and glass was breaking. Fear filled me as I thought of what my evil foster parents will do to me next. Usually they burn me with matches and throw me up and down flights of stairs so I loose consciousness. I'm four years old and they treat me like trash. When I was born my parents and my eighteen year old sister were slaughtered. I don't remember anything about them; but I do know that my sisters name was Brielle. The only friend I have is ten year old Matthew Thiessen.

"Matthew I'm s-scared," I whispered to my best friend Matthew Thiessen.

"It's alright to be scared buddy. Wanna sing a song?" asked Matt as he hugged me close to him.

I nodded my head and we started singing 'Jesus Loves Me.' About halfway through the song, my bedroom door broke open and we stopping singing. Matthew hugged me close to him and I wrapped my arms around him. My foster dad, Jonas, wobbled as he walked in and he was holding a match.

"Adam," he said, I couldn't really make out what he said since he was drunk but I got the idea. "Adam. Stop singing that stupid song. Jesus doesn't love you. He hates you. You're a mistake and should've been killed four years ago."

"Don't listen to him Adam," Matt whispered, "Jesus does love you. He loves you very much-"

"Shut up!" Jonas growled at Matt, "you don't tell him what to believe. You're not welcome in this house."

Then he grabbed Matthew and put the hot match up against his arm. Matthew cried out in pain and I grew angry.

"Don't hurt him!" I yelled as I got up and rushed at him.

When I reached him, Jonas kicked me and I flew back up against my wall. Matt yelled my name and struggled in Jonas' grasp as he dragged him out of the room. I followed him out of my room, down the stairs, and outside to the backyard where I saw Jonas dump lighter fluid on Matthew and down his throat.

Matthew was screaming and crying and fighting. And to my horror, Jonas lit a lighter and made Matt burst into flames. Now I was crying and I ran to the garden hose to try to save Matt but Jonas and Gabriella,my is wife, stopped me. She held me in her grasp and I watched Matthew burn to death.

"Matthew!" I screamed

"Shut up boy," Gabriella hissed as she put her disgusting hand over my mouth.

My shouts were muffled as I watched my best friend laying on the ground in a ball screaming my name. I kicked Gabriella and she let go of me. My little legs carried me towards the garden hose. Jonas ran after me and I dodged out of his way, grabbed the hose, and sprinted towards Matthew.

When I reached him, I turned the hose on and I watched as the fire slowly went out. Then Matthew took the hose and squirted it in his mouth. He did this and I examined his wounds. Matthew's skin was red and black with blisters and his hair was almost gone. His face was the same as the rest of his body and I felt sick looking at him.

"M-Matthew? Are you alright?" I asked when he removed the hose from his mouth.

Matthew gave me a weak thumbs up and he slowly stood to his feet just when his parents came running. My foster parents ran up and grabbed me. Matt's mom started crying as she looked over her son and his dad yelled at my foster dad. In some ways I envy Matthew. He has his birth family while mine was killed after I was born.

"Josh we need to take Matthew to the ER now," Matt's mom said.

Josh stopped yelling at Jonas and the three of them walked away. I started crying again when Jonas grabbed me by the ear and dragged me inside. Jonas said a bad word to me and led me across the hardwood floor towards the kitchen. The hardwood turned into tile and he violently threw me up against the cabinet.

My cries turned into sobs and I softly sang 'Jesus Loves Me' as I hugged my knees to my chest. I heard Jonas sharpen a knife and I sang louder until he grabbed my shirt collar and held me above the floor. His green eyes showed pure hatred and I got out of my shirt. When my feet hit the ground I ran out of the kitchen, slid under Gabriella's legs, and rushed up the stairs. Jonas ran after me and a burst of energy let me run into my room and hid in the closet.

"You can't hide from me," he growled as he threw open the closet door and yanked me out.

"Don't hurt me!" I sobbed

Jonas glared at me and started kicking me. I got thrown around as he yelled and attacked me. My foster mom came in and joined in on the abuse. This lasted for two hours and when they stopped, they left me in my room hurting, bleeding, and too tired to cry. The only thought that came to mind was:

I need to get out of here.