Blank Canvases (On Hold)

Born But Wasn't Raised

As i entered the house i saw my foster father Jason holding a brown mug of coffee looking at me with scrutinizing eyes, i ignored him and rushed upstairs towards my bedroom hearing him muttered the word freak.
I always arrive late at home, from Jeff's house doing my school craps or what we usually called homework, dinner, or sometimes i hang at the coffee shop so that i will not have dinner with my foster parents.
I lay down in my bed after changing into much more comfortable clothes and thought about my real parents. I was adopted when i was a baby so i never really met my parents, I didn't know if they died or just threw me at the door steps at my foster home. My "parents" don't actually payed attention to me, never mentioned how they got me, just feed me, give me money, and pays for my tuition.
I get my i pod and plug in my earphones playing one of my favorite bands.

"Hubcaps and ashtrays
I was born but I wasn't raised
the big wheels the black space
tried my best but wasn't praised
Hell is so close to heaven
Hell is so close to heaven

I was born but I wasn't raised

That phrase started ringing in my head

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Today was just like my any other everyday routine but oddly enough I didn't had any dreams.
Why can't other people see my paintings? I swear i used ordinary and nothing special paint brushes, acrylics, and oils. Its not the canvases either, 'cause i just bought them at the local store near our school. I started zoning out until i heard My teacher Mr. Andrews in history called my attention making every other students in class look in my direction. Nerds, geeks, cheerleaders, jocks.
"Yes sir?" I asked with my deep husky voice making SOME girls swoon, you see not every girls is infatuated with me, some still thinks im a freak.
"What do you think happened at 1871 when H-" The bell rung cutting the old mans sentence, making everyone shot up into their seats. Wow his class is boring what a surprise, hear my sarcasm? Mr. Andrews rolled his eyes and gave me a annoyed glance. I winked at him and said "What's your question again? Mr. Andrewwss" i asked him prolonging the "s" in his name. "I just want to ask you what happe-" And bam the warning bell cuts him again. I just chuckled and saluted him while i exit the room. He's a nice teacher, students always get away with detentions when they were late, spitballs, gives us passing grades even though we don't do shits, it's just that he's clas is really boring.

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"So... What do you wanna do bro?" Jeff asks while munching dorritos. We were seated at his living room watching Walking Dead. "I dunno" "C'mon man, it's friday night! no school tomorrow!" "What do you wanna do?" "Party? You know hot girls, free drinks, you need to get laid!" He suggests as he wriggles his eyebrows then he stopped and frowns "I forgot you're waiting for the right one and shits like that" He said. "The fuck no" He laughs "Then let's go!"
"Let's just play call of duty" "And beat your ass again?" He added "You didn't beat my ass I beat YOUR ass" i told him smirking. "Whatever get ready" "For what?" "Duh? Partyy?" He said standing up and putting his hand at his waist "Fine" i grumbled a get ready.
I swear he's weirdness and gay like actions scares me at times.

Typical Parties, couples making out in the corner, floor littered by red cups, sweaty dancing people, and obnoxiously loud music. I know i know like "duh it's a party what do you expect" it's just not my scene, I'm not the "I'd rather do my homework than go to a party" type of guy but i just don't really like Justin Timberlake's songs that's blasting at the speakers right now.
Jeff left me as soon as we entered Ashley's house (the party hoe-host) Maybe he wants to get laid or harass some innocent girls with his lame pick up lines. I just wore my tight white v-neck shirt, jeans, leather jacket, and my black beat up converse. What? I'm lazy, and im not trying to impress any girls. Nope I'm not gay either.

I sat at the bar counter looking through different kinds of liquors, wines like Jack Daniels, Sex in the beach (which never fails in making me laugh) I plugged in my earphones and a song immediately started ringing at my ears.

Met a girl at seventeen
Thought she meant the world to me
So i gave her everything-

A girl with brown hair that looks so good and so soft to touch entered, i can see her light creamy skin complexion from a far but i still cant decipher what color her eyes is. She's wearing this ripped white top, with black tight dress underneath stopping at her mid thighs showing her long legs, the skirt part of her dress filled with what looks like studs, don't judge me I don't exactly know how to describe a girls clothing but believe me when i say that she's smoking hot. She felt someone is staring at her, (probably the entire guy population at the party) so she tilted her head upwards and met my gaze. Blue bright striking blue eyes.
I felt myself tense up she seems so familliar, i kept trying to remember who is she until visions and flashes of images flood my mind.

Blood
Tears
Symbols
Blue roses
Cries of agony
Death
and most especially...

Love?

Who is she?

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(A/N: Girls outfit on the side)