Addicted to You *Tracob*

Past, Present, and No Future

We all sit together and talk more about our pasts.

"My parents left me when I was four and I was put in a group home. As soon as I turned 18 I left and started living in the streets. I'm surprised I lasted the couple of years I did. I sold drugs, but I never did them myself. The winter was approaching and it was getting so cold. All the places I felt safe at kicked me out. That night I... you know. So, I'm 22 now." Alfie says.

Zoe goes next. "I had a perfect life growing up. My parents were deathly rich and we lived in a posh neighborhood in our two million dollar home. They died when I was 17 and my aunt moved into our home. She didn't love me and was just there for the money. I decided I didn't need to get a job because I have a couple million dollars of inheritance. I went to a party one night when I was 19 and my then best friend pressured me to do drugs. It soon became a daily thing and my aunt never knew. Until she found me once and tried to lock me in the basement, but I stabbed her in the thigh before she could. I ran a couple of blocks away but ended up passing out in the middle of the street and someone called the police. I was deemed not able to make my own decisions and my aunt shipped me off here. Yeah, I'm 22 as well."

It's my turn. "Um... so I had a pretty normal early life as well. I was really happy and outgoing as a child. Then I entered high school and I was raped when I was 16. I fell into a deep depression and it felt like I was always drowning. I stopped eating and it became a habit, but my parents didn't notice. I started cutting myself too so I could feel something. Anything. I came out as gay to my best friend and she outed me to my parents. They freaked out and basically disowned me. The only person that was there for me was my sister Sage. She was the only one who loved me. I stopped going to college and my family went out one night when I was really feeling down. So I hung myself, but my family came home early and my sister found me and I was barely conscious. She called 911 and I was left unharmed. My family then dumped me in here and left the country. I don't know where they are now. I'm 21." I say sadly.

"Okay," Jacob says taking his time with his words. "I was abused my whole childhood by my dad when my mom left when I was 3. He kept saying I wasn't good enough or not manly enough or whatever. If anyone touches me I get flashbacks to him. I would stay up all night worrying he would come into my room and that caused my insomnia. I never really feel safe. I'm severally depressed because of it too. My ODC is from my dad never saying I was enough and every little thing has to be perfect. I realized I was gay when I was 14 and I had so hide it for YEARS. When I was 19 I joined a gang and got into abusing drugs. You can name it, I've tried it. The night I hung myself our gang got into a really big fight with our rival gang and my best friend was shot in front of my eyes. I don't know why my dad called 911, he doesn't even care about me. Yeah, that's me and I'm 23."

I feel bad for the guy. I don't even know him, but my heart hurts for him. He is kind of cute as well and he is gay. We make eye contact for a split second and then he looks away from me. I see pain and suffering in my eyes. I'm sure he can see it in mine as well.

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