I've Got my Head in the Clouds (Jc Caylen)

Chapter 8

I hate this place. It was like a living hell. They ordered me around, telling me to eat this or take this medicine. They kept sticking needles in me too. Ugh, I just want to get out of here. I want to go home and see my parents. I want to rewind time and prevent the awful things that happened. I need to stop dwelling on the past, and focus on now. I have to stay here two more days they say, the only person I've seen is Jc. He never leaves.

I guess my grandparents are on a cruise that they won and they wont be home for another week. So many of my questions are left unanswered.  What happened to that rapist? Is he ever going to get caught? Why do bad things happen to me? I just want to get out of here.

It's early in the morning, the pain has started to fade away. I can move around, but if I move in a certain way it feels like my insides are going to burst. I focus on the television in the ceiling corner and zone out. Jc gets up out of his designated spot and walks over to me. His eyes are kind of sad, but I don't want to pry.

"Jc?" I ask anyway. "Uh, what?" he says. "What's wrong?" I ask him. He looked away, and I felt bad. "Ummm, nothing really. It's just that my Dad left my family, and to top it all off my Mom is dying from some disease." he said with tears in his eyes. "Jc, come here. Everything's gonna work out." I whisper. "No, you don't understand whats happening. You don't know what it feels like." he said walking out the door. I didn't try to stop him. There was no point. He doesn't know my story. He doesn't know why I moved here.