Drugstore Perfume [Completed]

New Day (Goodbye)

Chapter Song: My Chemical Romance - I Don't Love You

Ending Song: Never Shout Never - Red Balloon (^youtube media^)

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A week had passed since I lost the only person I ever really cared about. Still slowly picking up the pieces of my life, trying to stay moving on. I had shut everyone out, including my parents. They were constantly questioning me about last week. The most repeated question was "why didn't you come home?"

They wouldn't understand, they never cared enough to understand. It was sad that I had to do something so small, like not coming home to get their attention. Today wasn't about them or graduation, it was about me. I was headed to Los Angeles. All packed and ready to go, I head downstairs with one bag.

"James why are you not dressed? We're going to be late."

I didn't tell them I was leaving.

"I'm not going to graduation or college." I simply go grab my car keys by the front door. My father grabs my wrist.

"That's absurd, you're going to college. Who even gave you that idea not to go? Was it that girl from your school that died last week? She was nothing but trouble."

I pulled away. "She had a name, Freya. And she meant something to me."

My father's eyes were infused with anger. His body was tense with frustration.

"I don't care what you do. You never were my son to begin with."

My "mother" had been quiet, so I looked to her for answers.

"What is he talking about?" I asked.

She hesitated.

"You're adopted. You're not our son or American. We were trying to save our marriage. All the adoption agency had was you. An Irish, brown hair, blue eyed baby boy."

Her eyes were full of shame. I could hear the guilt behind her voice. I was happy to find out my whole life has been a lie. It made it a lot easier for me to leave and start over.

"I'm going to ask you, one more time. Give me the keys? Now."

I didn't have to listen to them anymore.

"No. The car is in my name. Rmember?"

"You little fucking bastard, I'm going to teach you a lesson."

My "father" came at me, but I hit him in the face with my bag. I run out the front door to my car, with him running behind me. When I get in he started banging on the window. He was cursing up a storm when I pulled off and gave him the finger.

Finally I felt free, no longer tied down. I hit the I-5 freeway with one thought in mind.

"Los Angeles here we come."

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