Scattered

Chapter 1: Scattered

"Well, I've got some scattered pictures lying on my bedroom floor
Reminds me of the times we've shared
Makes me wish that you were here,"

The year is 1997.

"'Cause now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life
Well, all the songs have been erased
Guess I've learned from my mistakes, well,"

My name is Jason. I'm 18. I currently live with my mom and my step-dad. We live in a regular two-story house, surrounded by similar two-story houses. It's one of those neighborhoods, y'know?

"Open the past and present now, and we are there
Story to tell, and I am listening
Open the past and present and the future too
It's all I've got, and I'm-"

Click.

"Jason, I told you to take the trash out 10 minutes ago."

Great.

I sighed, sitting up, and I was met with my mom's irritated gaze, "..Oh. I was gonna do it, mom." She crossed her arms, "Oh really? Then why are you sitting on your ass in here listening to this...garbage?" I scoffed, getting up.

"It's not garbage mom, it's rock music." My mom shrugged, "You say tomato, I say go take out the trash." She said, walking out of my room. I sighed, pausing the music. I went down the stairs, grabbing the garbage on the way, and I walked out in front of the house, tossing the garbage into the little bin.

I heard yelling. It was my parents arguing again. I don't want to go inside anymore. But I went in anyway.

My parents were standing in the kitchen, yelling about money...and me. Oh well. Nothing I'm not used to. I went back up to my room, shutting the door, and I hit play on my CD player.

"-giving it to you
Well, loose ends tied in knots, leaving a lump down in my throat
Well, gagging on a souvenir
Lived to fill another year
We'll drag it on and on until my s-"

"JASON!!" I heard my step-dad yell.

Fuck.

I paused the music, and I slowly went back downstairs, to the kitchen, "..Yeah, what?" My parents were standing there like before, except my step-dad looked...really pissed.

"Get out."

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