~22 hours before~
I lay in my bed the clock strikes 10 o'clock. I put my head phones in and sink into my bed. I could feel it's arms wrap around me comforting me in feather and fluff as my quilt falls around me. I felt like a like bear being comforted by my mother. Except I didn't have a mother or a father in fact. I lay in my new bed and new house.As of a week ago I was placed in a new foster home in New York City. I was scared for school tomorrow people would always talk to me and it would get awkward when they found out about my parents. Who they were. They lived just out side the city before this. Flashing through my head I see back to when I was 13.I blink back tears but I'm pulled into my memory. I was siting in my kitchen having diner when the door bell rung my dad stood up to get it. All that I remember coming next was a gun shoot and my dad falling to the floor as my mom screamed telling me to go to call 911 I ran up the stairs my mom quickly followed defending them off. Adrenaline kicked in but to much for my little body causing me to fall as the door burst open.
"Hide princess hide" my mom said
I ran behind the couch curling up trying to not make noise as tears streamed down my face and 3 gun shoots rang In my ears as my mom fell to the ground by my feet I saw the life leave her eyes as I cried out. Next the room was full of police as they hauled of the 3 men that had entered my house and killed my family 3 years ago placing me in foster care. Then they grabbed my arm pulling me away as I reached for my mom
"What's your name?" he said
"Jessie" I said between tears
I sunk further into my bed turning up my music louder to drain the memory from my mind. I finally fell asleep but as usual I dreamt of my parents an I woke up at 4 am. Sweat beading on my forehead headphones laying scrambled on the pillow as I grasped at the sheets. I let out a few tears before running to my few belongings. I reached in a small pocket of my bag pulling out a knife as I sunk to the floor falling into my suicidal thoughts but I had to live. My parents died saving me. Just as I had to keep the name they gave me princess that I hated my entire childhood, but it was the only thing I still had that they have me. I looked down at the 5 clean deep cuts I had just made on my arm. My old foster brother in Chicago used to call me the pretty girl with scars. Thinking of him made me miss that family. I thought of the way his lips landed on mine the one harmless kiss that got me taken out of that family. I looked down to see my wrist I told him I would stop for him. I put away the blade and ran to my bed 1 and 1/2 hours till my first day at New York City college prep. To classy for me but it beats an orphanage. I collapsed back in my feather nest drifting to sleep
