Hostalgia

Chapter 1- Jasper's New Beginning

WARNING: THIS STORY MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS

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As soon as Jasper was dismissed out of Saint Louis his stepfather Bryan escorted him to the family vehicle, a Subaru Tribeca 2012 SUV. Bryan shook his head out of disapproval as Jasper sat in the backseat, putting on his headphones as well as leaning against the window. Bryan adjusted the steering wheel and soon shifted the car into drive, leaving the student parking lot. Once a while he'd look back, making sure Jasper was not messing around like he usually had with the windows. He noticed he was quietly listening to his music, not even singing a single lyric like he has before.

"You have a lot of problems, kid." Bryan said, breaking the silence as the two drove home. Jasper pulled off his headphones and glared at his stepfather. "Problems that I'm trying to solve, You are not helping, Just so you know." he looked back out the window and awaited his stepfathers response. "Who even said it's my responsibility to help? I didn't say I have problems" Bryan stated with a smirk, looking up at the rear view mirror. "Whatever, asshole" Jasper mumbled as they reached the driveway. As soon as Bryan and Jasper got out of the car, Jasper's little sister Kaitlyn rushed outside and hugged his leg. "Brother! You're home on time for dinner!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him inside and all the way into the dining room.

Bryan walked in after them, hanging up his coat and sitting at the table next to his wife Kristie. Jasper twirled his fork and stabbed at the pasta his mom had made minutes before. "I'm finished" he glared at his plate as he pushed it towards the center of the table. "Jasper, You haven't even tried it." his mother sighed. "I don't want it mom." he raised his voice. "Quit arguing, we have something to tell you." Bryan growled and narrowed his eyes at Jasper, pausing. "You're going to Bartlett. We set it all up and the staff cant wait to meet-" he started back up but was soon cut off by Jasper. "No way! You already set this up without me?! I was literally just kicked out of Saint Louis!" Jasper stood up and clenched his fists, trying not to tear up. "Do you even care about how I feel?! I can't stand being around people I don't know, Home school me or something!" he began to let the tears escape his eyes. Bryan rose up from his seat as Jasper began to cry and smacked him from across the table. "There you little brat! That's what you get! I was trying to help you! I'm trying to make your life better and you scream at me?!" Bryan yelled, pulling his hand away. Jasper held his cheek as his eyes widened, he began to speak softly as tears were streaming down his face, "Why?" he cried out and shook his head "Why do you hate me?" he asked his stepfather but did not wait for a response; he ran up the stairs to his room and slammed the door shut.

In his room, Jasper sat in silence. He stopped crying and looked into the small mirror hanging in his room by his bed. He stared at himself, he wished to look different, sound different, be in a different home. He wanted everything to change, He no longer felt the urge to cry, Instead he smiled and told himself that it was okay. Lying to himself was what he did best, He felt like it was the only thing he was good at, as well as lying to other people. He looked down at his sweaters sleeves, laughing. He pulled them up and opened the drawer he had full of art supplies. He took out a sharpener and examined it. "Sometimes, I feel like you're the only one here for me." he began to talk to the inanimate object as he slowly loosened the screw with his nail. "Don't worry, I have more friends for you to be with." he smiled as he searched through the room; finding a pill bottle. "I think this is Excedrin" he smiled once more as he popped the cap and took a few, hell, he took more than a few, almost the entire bottle. He quickly took the lone blade and guided it into his skin about ten times before he collapsed, still aware of his surroundings. Shortly, he passed out, the smile on his face was no longer there. All that he heard in that deep sleep, was sirens and paramedics both screaming for his safety. He was lifted up and carried out of the house with caution. He was accompanied on the drive to the hospital by a few strangers being the paramedics, and only the paramedics.