*First off I am dearly sorry for the lack of updates. I was finishing school and had so much shit I was stressed and had no time. Summer is about half over and I've been deeply depressed over private reasons so my apologies. Well, enjoy this chapter!*
Beep. Beep. Beep.
My eyes flutter open to the sounds of beeping. I look around and realize I'm the the hospital. I'm hooked up to IVs but nobody seems to be around. I see my bag beside my bed and I open it up to grab my journal. I open it and start writing.
"Day 1 cont.
Well shit. I'm in the hospital and I don't know why to be completely honest. Obviously my 'mom' isn't here. I mean she isn't really my mother. She doesn't really care. She's only here for the money. Oh, I didn't explain that to you did I? Well it all started around a year ago. I had an outstanding mother, she raised me and my two brothers. Along with her neice because my aunt passed around 3 years ago. My father left my mom about a year after my littles brother was born. So here I am little 14 year old Jermani with 7 year old Eli, 5 year old Autumn, and 2 year old Grayson and no father anymore. We all lived a great life for a year until he decided to come back. It was late at night I hear him scream "Don't fucking move bitch or you and Grayson won't be here anymore." I got out of bed after I hear one single gun shot. I peep out of my bedroom door to see him holding Grayson and pointing his gun at Autumn. He seen me, his babydoll, and shoots above her and then runs. I tell her to lay back down that it's all a bad dream and then I run to my moms room. I see blood splattered on the walls, and a pool under her where her head lies. I call the police and they get here in about 20 minutes with an ambulance. The pronounce my mother dead, no shit, and they say it was a suicide. I told them that it was my father but they didn't believe me what so ever. This woman stayed the night with us and in the morning they told us to pack some clothes that we was going to a foster home. Autumn was the first to go to her permanent home. Then Eli. After around 6 months 15 year old me finally got sent to a permanent foster mother. Foster care was shit. Nobody treated me right."
"Hello. Mrs.Steele?" I slammed the notebook shut as the nurse entered my room.*So there is the chapter. Jermani's backstory was finally revealed. Sorry if it's shit, I'm not really the best at writing. Well whatever, I hope you enjoyed. I'll update as soon as I can. Until then, Bye! ~Tabbs*
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A Cry for Help
Подростковая литератураJermani had a life ahead of her. She may have had a past, but everything seemed to be better. One day her life came crashing down into a deep spiral of darkness.