I climbed the broken steps. The wind slashing against my frozen skin from the cracks in the broken walls. I could hear them, their snickers of teasing laughter, their words tormenting and harsh. I could hear the smiles that carressed their lips and hid their nasty yellow teeth.
I smirked at that thought as i took a deep long agonizing breath then opened the heavy door. The bright lights behind it bore into my eyes blinding me for seconds.
I trudged ungracfully into the live party, people grinding against each other, some having sex on the dance floor.
Yeah the new drug Xledice came out last month. Kids somehow got their hands on it. It was alot like Ecstacy but more sexual.......and dangerous. It doesnt really make you drunk it just makes you really horny and dizzy. And it makes you see things.
I pushed my way through the crowd and into my moms back yard away from the deafly noise.
I sniffed the clean air eagerly and sat on a nearby bench and hugged myself just realizing how cold it acually was right now. I wasnt wearing a jacket, just a black short sleeve shirt and some thin dark jeans. As i sat their freezing my ass off i started thinking about the party that was deafly loud behind me inside my broken house. See my foster mom was a really OUTGOING person. Slutty, nasty and hungover 24/7. While my foster dad was just like her. Addicted to drugs and slumped over drunk most of the week until he got the energy to get up and clean himself off, just to repeat the steps over and over again. All they did was beat me down whenever they had the chance too. And when they were done snicker and laugh in my torment and pain.
But i usually escaped for 2 or 3 days when they had their wild parties. I would sit on the bench im sitting on now and just get lost in my thoughts here and there, but i would have to come back once in awile for my little brother Joshua and my baby sister Jalynn. If i wasnt here to take the beating they would get the worst end of the stick. You probably expect me to be older maybe around 18 or 19. But your wrong im only 15. Turning 16 next month. I sighed, then felt someone sit by me. I turned, facing my brother Joshua; who is only 12; placing my baby sister Jalynn; who is only 1; on the bench next to me. Gosh i thought if only i could escape and take them with me. We sat in utter silence and stared at the starry night sky, when I heard a car park.
I thought nothing of it, just thought some late arrivals to the party finally showed up and was making their way to the wild drugs possessed inside. Just at the end of that thought was when something covered my eyes and made my nothing become something. I heard Josh screamed and Jalynn cried. Before i could do anything i was knocked out cold, no longer hearing the cries of my siblings. The only thing running through my mind is: dont hurt them.
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