the wild child

Past

Dez

You were probably always wondering 'why is she adopted' well this is why. My parents died, causing me to go into foster care. After a while, I lived with Christie for 3 months. Christie decided to adopt me. Then after me was piper. Then dickhead, we haven't adopted him yet. But all is the same.

I'm in eternal debt to Christie and Jared. They took me in and raised me as their own. Well basically. But they did give me a car, feed me, give me a place to live, and they aren't breathing down my neck.

I'm so thankful Christie pulled me out of a tough time. My parents died, then my brother. Well my big brother didn't help. He went into a state of depression and wouldn't accept help from anyone. We tried and tried. He resisted treatment and ignored that we were trying to help him. He didn't want to except our help. Jared and Christie even got involved. Paid for him to get help, no such luck. He started to smoke cigarettes, cigars, weed, and cutting.

My brother wasn't a role model, but he was there when I needed him. He was always a shoulder to cry on.

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'It hurts Branson, it hurts.' I cry into his shoulder. "Shh baby girl it's okay."he says in an attempt so comfort me.

What I want to say is," No B it's not okay! We go into foster homes now! We don't even know with who! We don't what they're like! They could abuse us B! I'm never gonna see my friends again! Their going to feel pity like everyone else and here I am friendless! Please don't say it's okay, we don't know what the future has in store for us! B just make the hurt stop!" But i hold my tongue and tried accept his effort.

All i say is,'' B if you stay strong I will TRY stay strong!''

"Dez, please stay strong no matter what happens! Please Dez no matter what I do, stay strong and I will try to aswel!" He whispers softly into my hair. I feel his tears falling on my hair.

I nod my head silently wishing for any other fate. Praying something goes our way soon.

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"Hey B I...." I'm stopped short by what i see." B what were you thinking! you could kill yourself!" I yell with tears streaming down my face. He quickly bandage the cuts and puts away the blades, as if he's done this numerous times before.

"B what happened! What happened to staying strong as long as I was strong? B what happens that made you want to do this?" I ask, my voice dripping with concern. We sit in silence for a minute or two. Then i try to pry again," B talk. Tell me there more to what happened! Tell me there was a good reason! Tell me it's was a one time thing!" He drops his head," I tried to stay strong I did D but I couldn't, I snapped."

"Why didn't you tell me B? I could've helped you! why B! And the worst part is I know you are stronger than this. You know we couldve gotten help." I say as my voice cracks.

Just that second I grab the bag with the blades from him. Evolina, our foster mom storms in," what is going on in here?" her tone demandin an answer. "Nothing. That's what is happening!" I boom and leave the room timidly.

Why cutting i ask myself. He probably smokes weed, too. I don't know. I do know I have to get away. I will run. Get a bus fare? I don't know I have to leave.