Who care's about my life? I dont think a soul does.

Part 2

I walked through the doors at school with my hair in my face. They always made sure to give me bruises where I could conceal them easily, and as they say, "To make sure to not get in trouble". I took the memorized route to class and sat in the very back corner so that I wouldnt have to deal with people on all 4 Sides. No one would sit by me anyways. All I ever get are snide remarks like "Look at emo girl" "Oh are you going to cut yourself now?" and the most  recent being from this stupid jock "Your brother killed himself because of you". See I have no friends. Im the outcast. Everyone else has their own groups but not me. No Im an outcast to society. No one knows what my adoptive family does to me. If they did they'd discard me more and then feel sorry. Everyone knows that I'm emo. That im goth. That I want to commite suicide. But I will stick with what my brother wanted. I just dont want to move from here at all. I may not  like the family but I like the town. Just not the people in it. The forest to the side and the old tree house that I go to if I need to. It makes me happy to know that I have a special place to go to. I've heard rumors about Gage and his crowd at school. People say they aren't normal but what fascinates me is that no body is allowed into the group and from my experience here sometimes the people just never come back. They never are seen again. It amazes me that their there one day and the next they arent. I mean how does that happen. It doesnt look like they move and their group doesnt seem to care that they arent there. Sometimes I see them watching me and other times they sort of appear where ever I am. Ill see one around and then a few minutes later I see the rest of them around and I never even saw them pull out a phone to call or text. Honestly not having a voice helps add to the fact that I cant ever speak to them. Well I could but I dont talk ever. I cant even scream when my father hits me. It angers him even more that I choose not to use my voice. He knows I had one at some point and the fact that I dont now makes him furious. Sometimes I wonder if it would just be better to commite suicide and leave this world. Not take my brothers advice and listen to my lullaby.

Gage's P.O.V

I watched her as she sat down on the empty bleachers plugging her headphones into her ipod and listening to music. It may seem creepy that I watch her from a far but shes my mate and I havnt been able to introduce her into the world that she should have been born in. I dont know how she survives in those jackets she wears and the scarves she sometimes wheres. Its like she's hiding something but I dont know what. I wish that her parents werent ripped from her at a young age. Then they could have introduced her to this world and told her all about it. But she will never change or find her mate without the knowledge. It hurts knowing that she cuts and that something has caused her to do this. And it hurts even more that she's alone with no one to talk to and people just throw snide remarks at her and she trudges on like shes used to it. And knowing Scarlett being Scarlett she is used to it and doesnt take shit. I can see the way she looks at me and my pack members when she notices us in the same surrondings as her in school. It is my job to take care of her while shes weaker and knows nothing about us. My pack always helps me. Their my best friends and Zander and Daemon will be my 2nd and 3rd commands when I claim my mate and move to alpha position. Peighton, Carson, Maia, Landon, River, Destery, Nathon, Samantha, and Raven all help me watch over her. We never go to her house as that would probably creep her out if she found us around her house. Although she did find the old tree house she hangs out in. I found out she cuts there by the smell of her blood and the razors and alcohol she uses for it. It must be bad at home if she cuts. Losing her brother couldnt be that terrible to have to cut like that. Sometime soon im going to go to her house without being invited and knock on the door looking for her. See what her familys like so I can figure out why its like that. Till that day I must watch from afar and hope to god she doesnt commite suicide.

Back to Scarlett's

I laid down on the bleachers by the old soccer field listening to my music. I didnt want the day to end because then I would have to go home to my foster parents. I would have to endure a beating and rape. I would have to endure starving because they never have food in the house. Sometimes I wish someone one day would walk up to the house at the wrong time and find me bruised bloodied and broken. I could finally get help. Im just not strong enough to do it myself. Ive never been strong enough, now im just this broken shell that puts on a fake smile to her teachers and sits alone at lunch on the bleachers. Its a sad pityful thing but what can be helped of the situation. One day help will come and ill be forever grateful... But until that day I cant get any help with what comes next...