Chat Noir X Jade

Intro

         Hi, My names Jade, I am 17 years old, I have 5'1", I have hazel eyes, an my hair goes past my shoulders, my natural hair has all kind of colors in it, blond, red, black, light brown, dark brown, I also have more of an hourglass, pear shape to my body but I got a little bit of a tummy ha-ha. Well before I get into this I'll tell you a bit about my past and my life.

          Well my real fathers name was Bill; my mother's name was Hannah. My father has short brown hair and hazel eyes, he was a built guy he also had a tummy an his sense of humor was out of this world: My mother she was a fairly skinny women, she had long blond hair an very sky blue eyes an her smile could make anybody's day. My Father was in the Military, the branch was the Air force, he was never home, and my mother was a stay at home mom and had some side jobs I didn't know what they were though. My mother went to see my dad when I was 7 in a half and I was staying with one of my mother's friends, Her name was Ashley, she was a very short women, she had long black hear an very green/blue eyes, I loved Ashley's eyes, she was always like family when I was little so I would always call her Aunt Ash. Well when my mother was on her way back, I was on a call with my father and I was very upset an asked if he could once come and see me soon, he said he didn't know about that yet but he would try. I loved my father; he was always trying his best for me, always sending me stuff like stuffed animals or new books. A couple months after my mother got back we found out she was pregnant, she found out it was from when she went to go see my dad, a couple days later my mother told my father that she was he was so excited and they were talking and my mother asked me to leave, a couple minutes later she asked me to come in and said she had a big surprise for me when Christmas comes around which was a month before my mother had my brother or sister. A couple months after that my father videochated me a lot, which was amazing an made everyday a lot easier an made it like he was kinda therein a way. One day, I walked past my mothers room an I heard a noise coming from it but it was muffled, so I went to the door an opened it, my mother was on the floor sobbing. By this time I was only 8, so I didn't understand why my mother was so upset... "mommy?" I started walking slowly into the room, there was a sight... that I never thought I would see... discust? Anger? Frustration? It seemed like a combination of all of those. "ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!" my eyes widened.. my mother ever rarely yelled at me.. expecally not like that... she threw her phone at me but I moved an it just missed me, I gave her a confused look wanting to cry, 'why is my mom so.. upset.. what did I do wrong' I thought. "w-what?..." she gave me a death glare "IF YOU WOULDN'T HAVE ASKED HIM TO COME HOME HE WOULD STILL BE HERE!!!" my eyes widened an my eyes felt like they were on fire an my head was pounding "w-what d-d-do you m-mean?" ' what does she mean.. by he would still be here...' she gave me another nasty look "HE CAME TO SEE YOU FOR CHRISTMAS AN HIS PLANE CRASHED! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT YOU SPOILED LITTLE BRAT!!" my head started pounding even harder an I felt it hard to breath an my vision got all blurry an I felt hot stuff running down my cheeks, then it came as a river, I couldn't stop it, all I did was slowly back to the wall an I found the door an I ran out running outside all the way to the woods not stopping until I found my big tree I use to hang on when my father would come, which was only two times in my whole life. 'he cant be.. it cant be.. this cant be happening' I thought an I screamed, I started sobbing worse, I hit the ground hard... I didn't care.. I just stayed there crying "ill wake up and everything will be ok!" I screamed again, my head kept pounding worse.. I cried myself dry... until I couldn't anymore... and I ended up passing out by that very tree..

         After that my mother barley spoke to me.. After that happened... neither of us knew what to do.. My Father was my best friend.. Then a couple weeks later my sister was born. She was gorgeous, she had brown hair and my dad's brown eyes... her nose looked like my mothers and her smile reminded me so much of my father... my mother was never taking care of either of us..

         Im going to skip a bit nothing mayjor happened but my mother becoming a drunk.. I was now 12 and my sister was 4, her names Rosie, she has long brown hair and still ym dads brown eyes. One night.. my mother didn't come home, but I didn't think much of it because this was regular for her because she always went to the bar an most times brought strange men here from them. Well this time; it was different... 2 days passed...4....then a week.... I kept wondering where she was, yea even if she beat me when my dad died I still cared... it was like any other day after my dad died, mom not home, me taking care of rosie. She always asked about him, and I would always tell her but I havnt gotten around to tell her hes dead.. I cant do that to her... but that morning Rosie was taking a bath while I was making her breakfast, I got a little bored as I did so I turned the tv on.. that was a bad choice.. very bad... what I saw.. my heart dropped an my vision became blurry... my mothers name was at the bottom of the screen on the news... she drank an overdosed... they found her just a couple roads from us... I ended up balling my eyes out trying to regain my composure before Rosie came back down.. what was I suppose to tell this little girl... oh our mother didn't want us anymore and she killed herself.. no... no I couldn't do that.. shes been through enough... I cant have her go thro this.. I wiped my tears away an turnd the tv off an kept making the food before Rosie came down to eat.

          Ill shorten it all up for you, Rosie and I went thro 12 foster homes, myself I went thro 17, you may ask what do you mean why did she go through less? Well.. ill tell you but ill make it short, thro all of them I either got beat, I wouldn't let them touch her so I got the worst outta all of it... they threw us out and we had to live on the street and in a couple some of them tried to kill me... anyhow..but I remember it like it was yesterday... I had to get a couple side jobs beaacuse the home we were in they didn't put food on the table an I was 15 and she was 7. Well.. we were walking home from one of my jobs that day I was helping this older couple, I went to them every week to help them out, they always loved seeing Rosie and I. anyways... as I said we were walking home.. this big guy came up behind us.. and grabbed her.. he held on tight to her an he ran.. fast.. I got maybe 5 miles into it.. and my bad leg gave out on me.. I tried to get up... I tried.. I couldn't.. she kept screaming.. crying begging for me to help her.. yet I couldn't do anything... I screamed to her through tears that I would find her, that she would be ok.... After that I kept looking for her.. I didn't stop... then it was a year later.. I was 16.. I got a call from the cops.. they said they found her! They found my baby. I asked when I could see her... they told me.. I couldn't.. that's when I flipped.. WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CANT SEE HER?!?!... they said I couldn't because... they found her dead... my heart... finally.. broke.. i... I couldn't think straight.. why was everyone I loved getting killed or leaving.. why.. why me...