There's No Place Like Home

Narrators POV:

Jordan Haisley was considered to be an outcast to her peers. She listened to music their parents listened to when they were their age and wore the fuck out of band t-shirts. There's wasn't a day where she wasn't wearing a shirt that had the logo of a band she admired. KISS and Mötley Crüe took over the majority of her closet, walls, and mind. She often was made fun of her wardrobe because well, to be honest, it looked like she came out of an 80's movie herself. Wearing chains and a leather jacket that was practically sewn into her skin because she wore it almost every day. Anything that was gothic or "metalhead" looking, she would wear it. If something resembled Lita Ford'a style, she would wear it. Anything about that decade except the unblended eyeshadow, umbrella pants, and spandex, she would try to duplicate.

Friday night and I need a fight
My motorcycle and a switchblade knife!

Jordan belted out the Crüe's lyrics in her small bedroom. Bouncing and banging her head to the beat made by Tommy Lee. Her room was covered in posters from artists of the 70's and 80's. Any big hair metal band you could think of, she had on her wall. It was a dark room to reflect her sadness and isolation. Although different light fixtures hung above her posters and furniture. Different colors and such. Her room matched her isolation from the modern world and her struggle with depression. Ever since she was 12 she was dealing with the unbalanced chemical in her brain that makes her not want to do anything. As powerful as depression is, music was her weakness and strength.

"I swear, if I put in as much effort into school as I do in music, I'd be valedictorian." She always tells people.

"Jordan! Dinner!" Her mom yelled from the stairs.

Jordan had her music so loud she couldn't heat her agitated mother call for her...like always.

"Dammit Jordan! Turn the fucking music down and come and get dinner!" Her mother bursted through her door.

"S-sorry mom. I'm coming." Jordan sighed.

Jordan and her family didn't have the greatest relationship...at all. Her dad left her when she was 6 years old. After the divorce between her parents, her mom got stuck with a kid and her father got all the money and belongings. Her mother quickly fell into drinking heavily. It was absolute torture for her. Her mother was so aggressive towards her and no one knew why. Not even her mother.

"Why are you so mean to me?!" Jordan would scream.

"I don't fucking know but I'm going to beat the fuck outta you if you don't turn around and go up to that shithole you call a room!" Her mother would respond.

Her stepdad wasn't any better. He would rarely even pay attention to her. The only time he did was when Jordan was in trouble for something that her mother thought she did.

"You're moms right. We don't need that in my house. Have some fucking respect." He would comment.

Her sister Irene and her didn't talk at all. Jordan always thought she was the biggest bitch on the planet because well, she was. She never really treated Jordan fairly. She even slept with Jordan's only boyfriend.

The only person who was kind to her was her older brother Spencer. He was currently deployed in Iraq. This killed Jordan. The only person that she looked up to was gone over seas. He would save her from her mother and stepfather whenever he could which was something Jordan was beyond grateful for.