CLOUDED MINDS , NATE MALOLEY

.2// groupchat

[i just wanna say before you read this nate and kassidy are gonna have family problems , struggle with depression and stuff like that]

kassidy

i drove home to my adoptive parents. i hated them, i wanted my real parents. but, they were dead, and there's nothing i can do about that. i don't understand why they adopted me if they didn't like me.

i could have lived with my aunt, but we couldn't find her. i could live with my auncles, but i'm sure they don't want a girl fucking up their relationship and live with them.

so these people are all that i have now. i have no adoptive siblings, and since my sister was older she got to live on her own, but once again nobody knows where she is.

it's like my parents die, and everybody just suddenly disappears when i need someone. but you know what fuck them. i walked into the house to the sounds of my adoptive parents arguing.

they've been doing this ever since last year. since five years ago, i lost my happiness i got adopted by them. i walked up to my room not saying a word to them.

i got out my phone and started to play music while i started on some homework. i had to get some papers signed, i gulped and walked down the steps.

they were still arguing, i stood in the kitchen frame waiting for them to finish. i placed them on the table and climbed the steps back into my room. my foster parents came up, paper in their hands.

"what are these?" they asked, i looked up at then shrugging.

"i don't know, i just need you guys to sign it, please." i asked, calmly and nicely. i stared up at them, but then quickly glanced away not wanting to see the hatred in their eyes.

"sure, we'll sign it," my adoptive mother said. "when you learn to stop being a dumbass!" i don't even know why they say this, i don't do anything wrong.

at least i try not to, but i always follow their directions. i try and stay out of their way, and lock myself into my room, keeping a distance.

"can you please just sign it?" i asked, she glared at me.

"do not," she held up her finger, gritting her teeth. "and i mean do not ever fucking use that town with me!" she yelled, she ripped the paper throwing it on my bedroom floor.

she left the room with my adoptive father. i sighed and threw myself onto my bed, i hate them! i dont even do anything wrong, and i get called names. i plugged my earphones back in, listening to songs from the neighbourhood.

i love this band. my favorite song is staying up. it would describe me in some parts, and i absolutely loved the song. my phone buzzed as i looked down at my phone two unknown numbers texted me, adding me to a groupchat.

       Groupchat name; pUsSy

unknown; boys this is kassidy

unknown; hi

unknown; hiiii

unknown; hey baby ;)

unknown; bITCH I HOPE THE FUCK U DO