(Read for Trigger Warnings)
My music was bouncing of the walls. I didn't even notice the door creak behind me as I pretended to be the center of a concert. "Um...Hello?" My eyes shot open as I stumbled back with a yelp. My eyes met with that of a ch...
I put the final luggage into the back of my Jeep. My father offered me money, but I wasn't going to accept it. It was a matter of maturity. A trick. Accept the money, show you aren't capable of affording a life on your own. I rubbed my hands on my jeans and smiled lightly at the sudden realization. I was finally leaving, and I didn't plan on coming back any time soon. "Jackie!" I glanced past my shoulder as my younger brother, James, stumbled to my side. Sure, I considered this place hell. Being gay in a southern state was like eating a banana in front of middle schoolers, you can't without being the laughing stock. I picked him up and glanched at a crumbled paper in his hands, his bottom lip pouting. "I made this drawing for you, but papa didn't like it..." He whispered and I took it into my own hands.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I chuckled at the crayon colored drawing and smiled. It wasn't all bad here. I had amazing sibling and James? He was one of them. I set him down and ruffled his hair, "Thanks, champ. I'll miss you." I said lightky as the rest of my sibling watched from afar, my father's sturdy hand on Martha's shoulder. A guilt burned my throat like bile as James ran back next to all of them. I was leaving them with my father, I had to come back. I waved slightly and closed the trunk. I got into the passenger and looked into my rearview mirror. My sisters looking at me with a dread and my brothers with inspiration for their time to leave. With a sigh and an empty feeling in my gut, I drove off. It was going to be a long drive...and that gave me time to think, this was going to get dangerous. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I heard my father's soothing voice through the door as I tapped lightly. "Papa? Can I come in?" I bit my lip as I waited patiently until I heard the door being unlocked. "Yes, John?" He asked with an unsettling hitch to his voice rather than it's forever even tone. "I want to see mama." I whispered lightly as I peered through the door, seeing her lay on the bed. Just as his lips parted to refuse my mother's voice crooked from her dainty bed. "Jack...." She breathed slowly. "Jackie come here.." She said sweetly as I walked to her bed side. Her normally tan skin was dimmed to a worring pale. I put my hand next to hers and felt my throat tighten as her breaths began to pace rather quick, as if she was gapsing for the remainder of air. My father quickly grabbed her hand and yelled for me to call the ambulence. I rna back with 911 on the line and my mother's hand laid limp in my father's as his shoulder shook. "Sir? Sir? We are tracking your adress, hang tight." I dropped the phone as tears blurred my vision. "Mama? Mama!" My father shoved me away and his eyes were cold with betrayal. I glanced down to her and raced out of the room, my face streaming with tears. It was my fault. I stole her air. I should have stayed at the door. It should have been me ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I yawned heavily. 5 hours into the drive. It was nerve recking. I'd grown up in the country, vast spaces. Now, I was moving were you barely had enough room to breath, there were no "perosnal bubbles". I turned up the radio as Afriad from The Neighborhood played. I tapped my fingeron the staring wheel lightly as I rushed time to move faster, the suspense was driving me insane.
You're too mean I don't like you Fuck you anyway
I pulled up to a huge building, with tinier ones scattered around it. It looked almost to expensive to be real. I wanted to study to be a doctor, to keep anyone else from letting go. To never stand there and not be able to do something, but of course what my father says, goes. He insited that law and business would turn out better in the long run, that I should 'keep the family tradition alive' and I should 'make him proud after all the emberassment I caused him'. I agreed only since I couldn't afford medical and law was better than no college. I also got the perk of having at least 10 hours in between us. I parked and grabbed the luggage I did have, which was very little. I walked up to the main office and smiled lightly. A woman was typing away at her computer. She had short brown hair and deep eyes, but I wasn't very interested. "Name?" I hesited for a minute and coughed slightly. "Oh, right!" I continued with an awkward laugh that wasn't planned. "John Laurens." I heard some clicking of her keyboard and I hummed slightly. She handed me some keys and riased a brow. "You want them or not?" I nodded and muttered a thank you. I walked up to my dorm room, and smiked when I found that no one was there. The room was fully furnished, waiting for personal decorations. I shrugged of my jacket and toed off my shoes. I did enough today. More than enough. I slumped into the twin bed I had now claimed ownership of and dug into the covers. In some mere moments I was completely asleep, only to be awoken by my own terrors. ================================ ~A/N~ Hey! How'd you like it? Just a heads up, a bunch of these ~~~~ mean flashbacks. Next chapter is Alex's point of view! Will he be John's roomate? If so will they get along?
