Jacket Slut

Chapter one: Sparrow Grey

Sparrow's pov

   I sniffled and wiped my nose, damn, it's been 4 hours of nothing but crying my eyes out. Where did I go wrong? Why is my life such shit? I cant could give a damn whether or not I'm in a relationship but now and then it would be nice to have someone, yeah I get someone now and then but they just use me, that's where I earned my nickname that even the grandmas in the nursing home call me: slut. I'm past that though, I want something real, not just a one night stand or a hookup every once in a while.
   I hooked up my speaker and turned on Drowning Lessons by my all time favorite band since I was a teenager, the very iconic, My Chemical Romance. I got out of bed for the first time all day and walked to the kitchen, wowzers 6:30 pm, I really need a will to get up every morning.
   The sound of a knock came to my ears, "Come in." I croaked with my 'I just woke up and haven't talked all day voice'
   My dearest, extremely gay friend jordan sashayed into my kitchen "Honey, honey, honey, honey, what are you doing? It's almost 7 at night and you're just now waking up? Unacceptable."
   "Maybe I just got out of the shower, and put pajamas back on?" I crossed my arms, thinking I had him there, i should've known better, hes clever.
   "Right, you sound like you've been crying and screaming by the lack of voice, I'm telling you, your voice is beautiful, you should seriously consider a musical career, I mean you arent that old." Jordan looked at me jokingly.
   "Whatever." I laughed and rolled my eyes.
   "Anyway I just came to make sure you were still alive, byyyyeeee now, I'd stay longer but I have a date, later." Jordan blew a kiss in my direction and left.
   There was some truth in his words, ibe been really suicidal lately and I dont blame him for checking up on me every day, annoying? Yes, caring? Yes it's a win-lose but better than a lose-lose I guess. Just then my phone started ringing, mom.
   "Hello?" I asked.
   "We're all getting together as a family, I'll be by in an hour to pick you up, no negotiations, be ready." My mom said harshly.
   "Mom, you know how-"
   " Be ready." My mom said sternly.
   "Fine." I huffed, family gatherings arent my thing, never have been.
   "Bye, love you."
   "Good bye." I hung up the phone, why are my wishes never respected?
  
   Fast forward one hour

   I heard moms annoying ass horn outside my apartment. I grabbed my purse and walked out the door, then locking it.
   Mom frowned upon my outfit, a black shirt, black ripped jeans, white combat boots, my black hair with mint tips in a messy bun, and an unreasonable amount of eyeliner. "I wish that you'd dress like a normal human being, that is going somewhere besides a slutty funeral." As I said, slut is my nickname everyone knows me by, even my parents.
   "And I wish that I lived in New Jersey, we all have our disappointments, now dont we?" I practically growled.
   The drive was silence after that, that is until Mom pulled over flipped her shit and screamed at me to get out, I'm not sure what causes these outbursts to happen but I've noticed that she keeps everything inside until shes alone with me, that's how it goes, the middle, failed child gets shit on.
   I sat on the curb, I need a ride, my cars at home, i dont have the money for a taxi, and I can't bother Jordan. That's when the tears started spilling I couldn't stop it, I let them come. I pulled out my phone, put my headphones in and turned Fake Your Death on so it would softly play, maybe hopefully distract me.
   I'm not sure how much time has passed, when the car shows up, the window rolls down and my jaw drops.