why do you write every second you're alive ( hamilcastxreader)

why do you write like you're running out of time

Your P.O.V
I woke up from my "bed" as I call it but normal people would call it a floor with a quilt on it. I walked away to make breakfast for my "foster parents" so I wouldn't get a beating. Yup my life is great. I made my foster fam's breakfast and ran to my room or attic to get changed I put on baggy black jeans with Rips in them and a baggy green hoodie. I ran out the door grabbing my my writing book so I have something to do. everyone at school was asked me why do you write like you're running out of time and I reply because that's the only thing I have in my life that keeps me sane. my foster family beats me and I have nothing else to do so I write, I write my way out. one day I'm going to escape and I'm going to meet my wife or husband. As I ran out the door to go to school I saw Chelsea (sorry if that's your name) and her goonies, Chelsea was a school bully of mine so I decided to not pay attention to her which apparently was a bad idea because as soon as I did that she said " hey girls look it's the freak" ignored, "hey Brat why are you ignoring me, idiot" this time I shot back " idiot, me no I'm smarter than everyone at that damned school I have straight A's and I'm definitely smarter than you, you don't even Know how to spell because, and good god your math do you even know how to multiply 1×1." she looked at me in shock and said " yeah it's two" with a smug face. I looked at her and bust out laughing " no you dumb fuck it's 1" I said holding in a laugh running from her and her Goonies . I got to my home room. My teacher Ms. Mac looked over at me and smiled. I walked up to her and turned in my project. Her eyes widened and she said " this wasn't due for another month" I nodded my head. I knew she was surprised by how fast I got that done I need the project was about history one of my favorite subjects. The entire room filled with my classmates but to me there were simple burdens. I don't like people that much. I don't really have any friends but two they're more of acquaintances though.

Timeskip

I walked out of school with ease because others were busy messing around I got a text from my foster parents that they didn't want me home till around midnight which meant they were fucking so I decided to go to my favorite place and the place that I liked was in between the theater in the coffee shop and I had a friend at the coffee shop she would give me coffee every day when I went and it was kind of heartbreaking to see her go out every day just to check if I was there. Sometimes I see her as a mother figure because she was so sweet to me she was the only one who's ever that nice to me. she always asks me how things at school and sometimes if I don't understand something she'll help me she's really nice she feeds me when my foster parents don't I don't know why because she doesn't have a lot and yet she's giving to someone who has less I don't understand but I know that is from the kindness of her heart even though some would say I don't have one of those it's nice to have someone to care about you and I think for one of these days I will repay her when I have something to give besides my stories and poems. I will write about her and make sure that history tells her story to, along with mine. I walked right in between the theater and coffee shop will need to have someone new come out he was a short man and he was quite thin he came out and looked at me with a sad face and he said "I'm so sorry y/n but Ashley passed away in a car crash and she told me in the hospital that you were here sometimes and asked me to check on you she made me promise that I would try and keep you safe and I want to keep that promise I'm so sorry for what happened I would have guessed you two were close I mean all she talked about was you that made would make some think that she was your mother" my heart shattered, my world crashed down on me, for the first time in 3 years i let tears come out of my eyes. if you could say that I had one, a heart i mean mostly I don't suppose they'd be surprised to see that I do I was broken I mean I felt this before so that's how I knew he went back inside and came out with a coffee it was my favorite kind but it didn't taste the same I guess it's because she didn't make it. I poured some Bailey's in my coffee to try and get drunk to forget. I went beside the theater to drink my coffee only to have someone come out I ran behind something just to hide I didn't know who this person was but apparently he heard me he was around 5'7 and had long brown hair

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