Grey Skies // a jack gilinsky fan fiction

Chapter 1

I closed my eyes right as I felt the tears start to well up. I watched silently as they lowered my parents into the ground in their mahogany caskets. everyone came up to me and told me how strong I was, a 18 year old girl having both if her parents ripped out if her life so suddenly, but really, I wasn't strong. I couldn't even speak at their funeral, the bind I had with my parents was unbreakable. I guess everyone who has been in the verge of dying probably has a close relationship with their family. but mine was amazing. I didn't like being called strong. I wasn't strong. here I am, crying over the ground my parents now sit in, how "strong" of me.

I felt a hand rub up and down my back, I turned to find Nate, my boyfriend and rock. I have 4 older brothers, but none of them could comfort me the way Nate does.

"hey, do you want to get out of here?" he said. I leaned in close to him and nodded my head. I told my brothers and other family goodbye before heading into his old BMW. he sped down the highway to his apartment. Nate left his house when he was 16, well, he more got kicked out. he came from a conservative, Christian family that I had known since I was 6. but, early his junior year of high school he got a girl pregnant. that didn't make him a bad person in my eyes, but in his parents eyes he was a monster. they have him some money and told him to get out of their house. now, Nate is 19 and does community college in downtown Denver.

when we get to his apartment I head into his bathroom and pull off my black funeral dress. the warm water releases pain throughout my body as I step into the shower. once my hair and body are clean I step into his fuzzy floor mat and wrap a towel around me. I run a brush through my long, brown hair and then pull it into a tight bun. I pull on some leggings, a huge tshirt and some fuzzy socks then head into the living room, where Nate is passed out on the couch.

I sit in the chair across from the tv and pull out my laptop. I do online high school because I always seem to find myself in the same place-the hospital. I've had extreme anxiety ever since I was a baby, causing me to have horrible meltdowns at random times that are nearly impossible to fix. to add to that, my freshman year of high I got cancer. not bad, chemotherapy, lose all your hair cancer, but nevertheless, cancer. my parents decided, with the combination of the anxiety and the cancer, online school was the best option. so here I sit, with my boyfriend asleep on the couch, a monotoned teacher talking to me about the war of 1812, no parents to go spend time with, and a completely flipped upside-down life. great.

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a/n so my last fanfic wasn't ding so well so I decided to start a new one. this is all fictional, and I know a lot of people aren't part if magcon anymore, but this is somewhat of a flashback so I hope you like it