Your My Angel

Chapter one

John's pov
Warmth consumes my body I look at my hands as there covered in blood the blurry face before me was covered in blood slowly leaking from the chest seeping through the cloths. Deep red soaks the cloth. Shaking and trembling holding my hands close to my chest. Looking down at this blurry face. "Laurens..." the person spoke. I look down as the person runs there hand on my cheek and weakly speaks. "Your my angel..."
Red has consumed my body as I fall back my head rings from a loud yelling.
"Jhonny time to get up! I made you brlreakfest!" I sat up in my bed and let out a huge graon. Opening my eyes as tears run down my cheeks mixing with my sweat. My head is ringing so much right now,  i rember from last night getting wasted with Alex, laffi, herc and burr at the bar. That was our last night of freedom before off to preinstins king's college for the year.
I look at my watch as glows up a light green showing the time. 5:00. I run my fingers through my hair then wipe my eyes. slowly pull the blanket off my legs. Swinging my legs off the side of my bed as my feet touch the cold ground I shiver slightly. Walking over to pick out my outfit for the day. My sister Marceline don't like being alone for reasons. Thinking to myself. I'm someone's angel? Mom maybe? Dad?  Marceline yells my name again. "Jhon fucking Laurens!"
"Alright I'm up! Quite yelling at me!" I say with a hint of sadness I'm my voice. I hear my older sister make her way upstairs slamming my door open.  "Hey... I'm sorry can we just eat like a family and get the show on the road?" With a slight frown across her face. I grab her shoulders and give her a hug. "Let's go"

~Time skip~

Marceline drops me off at king's college and waves me goodbye. " I'll pick you up around 8:00 or so! Love ya!" She smiles rolling up the window to the car and drives off to her college on the other side of town.
I see Alex and burr outside of the building I wave to then as we all head inside. I talked to Alex for about 15 minutes we were talkibg about last night and how it was a bad idea to get wasted before hand. walking around Alex heads to his first hour with burr and herc. I was excited for my first day. I walk in my class and take my set. I see Thomas fucking Jefferson?! He sits at the desk beside me. As class begins I have a big trouble keeping up a bit I glance over to Thomas who was writing quickly with his quill, writing fast in cursive how fast and smooth his writing was started to melt into my mind. "Fuck." Thomas stops and looks over at me. My eyes widen as I look away from him and write.
Shit! I said that out loud?!

(( My first time doing this boi! ))