jake has his mouth shut: act i

an introduction

hello.

my name's jake foster. 

lemme get you started on my story.

i am technically an only child. my older sister decided to flee from our family house and for good reason. we still keep in contact to this day.

both of my parents have neglected me since i was a toddler, they seemed to not even want me there. they were both drug addicts, and alcoholics. 

their neglect led me to start self-harm, and spiral into a depression when 9th grade started. that shit messed me up mentally. 

high school just makes my depression worse.

the constant expectations, having little to no friends, constant bullying, etc.

i hate everyone and everything there. it sucks.

now i feel like i should introduce you to my therapist, michael, or as i call him, mike anderson.

he's the best person i've met besides my best friend william. he actually cares about my feelings. 

i went to a therapy session today. told mike everything.

"hey jake, take your seat." mike said, smiling towards me.

"hey mike. thanks for letting me come here with no payment again." i said.

my parents paid for the first two therapy sessions, and never again. maybe because they were too high to even remember. i felt so bad for not being able to pay him.

"so, what's been going on this past week?" mike asked, and brought me a cup of water.

"well, the usual beat ups from leonard, my parents getting mad at me for no reason.." i said.

leonard foreign is the cool guy, the "bad boy" of the school. i fucking hate him. i don't even know how all the girls fall in love with him so quickly, when they know that all he will fucking do is break their goddamn heart. he always talks shit towards me, always just randomly puts his foot where i walk so he can trip me. i'm sick of that dude.


"huh. do you try stopping him from doing so?"

"no, because it won't help at all." i said.

a sentence that has been formed about me is "jake has his mouth shut". and that's because i keep quiet. the reason i do that is because of everyone continuously telling me to shut up. and for some reason i just listen to them. have to admit though, probably for the best.

"well, anything else happening this week?"

"no, besides my parents kicking me ou-" 

shit. i wasn't supposed to tell anyone about this. 

long story short, my parents kicked me out. the reason? i'm bisexual. of course, i am not the only one. this has happened to so many people, and it's stupid. why can't people be themselves? 

"your parents kicked you out?"

"yes mike. my parents kicked me out, with no place to go."

"is it because of your sexuality?"

"yup, exactly why." i let out all of my feelings for the next hour. and then the session was done.

"i'll see you next week, mike." i said, and smiled at him.

"see you next week, jake."

i took my bags, and left. a text popped up on my phone.

"mother FUCKER."