• THURSDAY DECEMBER 3rd

    My eyes wept acid tears , the sorrow bleeding out of my viens. The silent screams building inside of my lungs and i watch at m older sister screams ...completely hopeless. I walk away my heart heavy...and i turn to my bedside table looking at the glass vase he had thrown at my mothers head.

    I crawl onto the floor searching for a jagged edge. The blade slowly trails down my wrist and tears slip down my face.

    The crimson blood trailing down my wrist for once i am glad ...i cannot feel...it was like turning my emotional pain into physical

    (Don't try this!) Its addictive!!!

    I can still hear their screams as i drift to sleep ..my sisters whails of pain ..my mothers agonized breathing...


    The 7:30 next morning my mother appeared infornt of my door as i got ready to leave for school. Are you leaving? She asked her left eye swellen shut.
    Yeah mom...i answer silently...yeah i'm leavin.... and as i headed out the door i knew she was completely clueless... I'm sorry mama I whisperd as i began to walk down the street tears streaming down my face .My bag padded against my leg empty besides my school books and my Alesana CD.

    Yeah..mama....

    Noon That day     The case workers showed and asked me to get into the car i refused at first and then accepted when they gave me polite smiles.

    Please ? Mrs.Dazon asked." ever so sweetly." She was a narrow blonde about in her early twenties and oviously married by the size of the rock on her finger."
    I Promise everything is going to be okay." I knew it wasa a lie but i would rather get into a car with a stanger and be stolen than go back where i had come from." Okay." i said shivering with fear."
    WAit! what about my mom!? She's back there! You're just going to leave her?!

    Yes, the Mrs.Dazon replied calmly." WHAT!? i sqeeked.' No! he'll kill her! NO! he won't hold back i no one is there! I shouted in the backseat. The doors locked'
    NO! mom! Momma!!! mom! oh god! ******** pull the car over lady! i sqealed.'
    I'm sorry we can't do that now, Jade is it? I pulled up the doors lock and tore the seat belt to the side.' I'll jump i screamed ." but my attempt was in vein.' Alan! grab her! the lady hollard."

    Eventually, they pulled over and had (Alan ) sit on me untill they reached the house. My FOSTER house. Oh goodie...I'm sure you heared the rumors about the foster homes in michigan." well probaly about 75 percent of those are FALSE lies." Usually the really lazy people say stuff to make them sound bad but yeah... Each house is differen't. They all have differen't rules and stuff."
    But mine was sorta...nice...too much love though." too many hugs and...happy goodness."


    TO BE CONTINUED razz comment if you want more of my story!!!