And Then There Were Two

Chapter One - Fuck My Life

A/N : I uploaded some chapters but they weren't going order so I decided to remove it and make some adjustments.

Enjoy.

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Whenever something bad happens, they say life's not fair. They say that life is to blame. But how can we blame life?

We can live our life how we want and things don't go how we want it to.

My foster mother told me the only person who can put you in a position to fail is you. But the truth is people can put you in a position to fail, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Like the fact that my life sucks. I am thankful for being alive, but I'm not thankful for being placed in foster home after foster home and treated like shit, because the system is broken.

The fact that my parents didn't want me so they left me in a dumpster to die. The fact that my I was robbed of my innocence by my foster brother.

Life isn't to blame when bad things happen. People are. The world is corrupted, and we are to blame.....

Not life.

"Good morning Skai," My social worker smiled at me. "How are you doing?"

'Im laying in a hospital, what do you think?'

"I'm okay, I guess." I replied absent mindedly. I didn't look at her, only staring at the ceiling.

She looked at me sadly. "Does it hurt?" She asked. The 'it' she was referring to would be the black eye I had gotten from my foster brother's friend.

"Not much." I replied in monotone.

She sighed sadly. I could see the pity in her eyes, and that's the last thing I wanted. For her to feel sorry for me.
You could also see Ms. Chester blames herself for what happened to me. What my foster brother did wasn't her fault.

*48 hours ago*

"Why are you now coming home?" Josh asked as I came through the font door.

"I was with a friend." I answered going up to my room.

"You're lying, you don't have any friends." He countered following me.

He isn't lying because that is a fact. I don't have friends. Whenever someone tries to be my friend I scare them away. I don't want to have to explain why they can't come over, or why my foster brother acts like he has something over me. I keep everything myself. I honestly couldn't trust anyone, because even Josh was a sweetheart.

"I have one friend." I lied.

"Doesn't matter, you're here now." He locked my door behind him.

My foster mother is hardly ever home, so it's me and Josh. He takes advantage of the fact that we are not related, so he touches me. This has been going on for a while now. I threatened to tell someone but he simple replied. "Who would believe a foster kid."

Josh wasn't mean at first. He treated me like a princess. He would always buy me pretty things, and watch movies with me. Turns out he was just trying to get into my pants.

"We're going to do something different." He smirked.

"What kind of different." I demanded.

"Don't worry, you'll like it." He pushed me on the bed.

Two hours later I was in the bathroom crying my eyes out. I lost my virginity to that pig. I hated him, and I hated my body, because I liked it in a sense. I cried even harder at that thought.