The Better Program

Chapter 3

I log onto Instagram and quickly post an edit I just made. It's me looking at myself, with one of me having a galaxy in my eyes and my nose and mouth are breathing our more faded galaxy. The first me is standing on stars, poking the one with the effects. I quickly think of what to write. Is it going to be inspirational, or should I tell them what's going on? I decide on both. '{Look inside your dreams for your answer} hey all! Just moved in to a new foster home. hopefully i'll stay in this one but also they're bringing in a boy my age. lol hope he's cute xoxo' I add a couple hashtags and log off. I plug my phone in and drag my laptop onto my bed. I sit down, arrange my pillows and quickly type in tumblr. I go on my dashboard- nothing new except 8 new followers. I post some pictures of my old foster sister playing in the snow at my last house. I also mention another account (but she's mentioning me too so it's all cool) and add even more hashtags to this picture. Tumblr is way harder to have and maintain a large account on. I exit out of that tab and check my Facebook. I see 3 new messages. 2 are from old friends, and 1 is from Airabelle, an old foster sister of mine. We're not that close, but she was in the foster home when I met Eric. I still feel so bad about what happened...

She still doesn't know the full story. Since today was the one year anniversary, she's asking again. I decide it's time she knows the full story. I breathe out and start typing.

'I thought Eric loved me. Don't worry, this isn't a rape story. but yeah, it ends pretty bad. It turns out Eric had some problems... he was obsessed with me. I'm not obsessed w/ myself but he was lol anyway. I tried to break up w/ him but he stalked me. he followed me home that nite and I didn't want to let him in. he came in and he wanted privacy. he came in and when our foster dad tried to stop him he stabbed him. I was hiding and he was mad... so he went on a rampage. I think that's all any questions?' I hit send and wait. 2 minutes later I get a no in reply. I snort and send 'ily' and log off. I scream and punch a wall. it's my fault our foster dad died! My! Fault!

I hear Emma run upstairs. She knocks frantically.

"Hazel? Hazel what's wrong! Hazel let me in!" she cries.

Shit did I worry her?

"Sorry Emma, Airabelle wanted to know about Eric. No biggie. Bye!" I cross my fingers hoping she doesn't want to come in. She sighs.

"Ok well we need to talk about Mason."

"Who?!" Why are we talking about a random stranger?

"Mason. The boy we'll be fostering. He'll be here soon and you need to know some stuff."

I sit in stunned silence.

"Come in."