Savior (GxG)

2 (Karoline)

My name is Karoline Jäger. I am a senior in high school. I live with my mom, and occasionally my dad comes home. He's spends all of his time at work, and I rarely see him. When he's not at work he either comes here and sleeps or just rents a hotel. My mom is used to him not being around. She turned to drugs as a substitute for his love.
I logged onto my laptop. Today was supposed to be the last day of school, but we aren't going to do anything, so my mom let me stay home. I did what I did every other free day. I got on a website to talk to people and opened another tab for YouTube. I would watch YouTube until I got tired of waiting for someone to come online. The website used to be really popular, and I used it a lot as a kid, but now almost no one uses it. "Do you want bacon and eggs for breakfast?" My Mom asked. I sighed. "Mom, I'm vegan." "You used to love bacon," she said. "Where do you get money for food anyway?" I asked. "You spend everything on drugs." "I am clean," she said. It was a lie. I rolled my eyes. "Your grandparents are coming over in about a hour," she said. "Can you act normal." "So that's why your pretending to be clean?" I asked. She groaned. "Just keep your fucking cat away from your grandmother." She threw my cat, Cobain into the room. When he hit the ground, he loudly hissed at her. She slammed the door. "Come here, Cobain," I called to him. He jumped onto the bed, and I started to pet his thick blond fur.
     He purred softly. I have had him for about two years now. I started to play music on my laptop. Dumb by nirvana started playing. Cobain jumped out of my arms and went towards the laptop. I laughed softly. "You know, your named after him," I said. He meowed in response. I scratched behind his left ear and stood up. "I got to get ready," I told him, even though he couldn't understand me. I changed out of my oversized teeshirt and pajama pants and put on black skinny jeans, Nina Hagen shirt, and a red and black hoodie.
I sat down on the bed. "Remember when she was normal?" I asked the cat. "Before the drugs and everything? I miss that. That's when dad started working late, and now I barely see him. The times I do, he's drunk, and mom is always high. It fucking sucks." Sometimes I feel like Cobain is the only one that I can talk to even though he's a cat. He can't understand me, but that also means that he can't tell anyone what I say, so in the end it all works out.
     I took a pack of cigarettes out of my nightstand, but before I could light one, I heard my grandmother's voice. "So where is Karoline?" I panicked and threw them back just as the door opened. "Hi," I said, trying to act normal. "I've missed you," Grandmother exclaimed, walking over to hug me. I hugged her back. "I missed you too."
     It was a lie. I didn't miss her. I missed the way that my mom acted when she was around. "Let's go eat breakfast," she said. "Then I can take you shopping. You used to love shopping." I faked a smile. "That would be great, grandma." "Alaric!" Grandma yelled. "Come see Karoline. She has grown so much." "Give me a minute!" Grandpa yelled back. "If I rush, I will trip down the stairs." "Wait," Grandmother said. "We're going downstairs anyway." I headed Grandpa groan. "Make up your damn minds!" My eyes flickered to Cobain who was standing on the dresser. Then, I followed my family out of the room.
     As soon as Grandpa saw me, he felt the need to criticize my nose ring. "You know, no one is going to hire you with that, and it makes you look like a hoodlum." "I like her piercing," Grandmother said. "I always wanted one, but someone wouldn't let me have it." "They wouldn't look right on you," Grandpa said. "It's like your shoving jewelry up your nose." "Anyway," Grandma said, trying to change the subject. "I saw your picture on MySpace with that guy are you dating?" "No," I replied. "That was just Jakob. You've met him before actually. He's my best friend." "I don't like him," Grandpa said. He pretty much hates everyone and everything. "Shit!" Mom yelled. "I forgot about the eggs." She ran into the kitchen and came back with a pan that had two semi-burnt eggs in them.
"Karoline doesn't eat eggs, so you two can have these," my mom said. "The toast is almost done, and I'll bring the bacon in here." That means I eat toast for breakfast. Then my day of hearing Grandpa complain and Grandma ask me twenty million questions about a gender that I am not even attracted to can begin.