Katy's POV
I walked out of the school, past other students leaving to hurry home for the weekend. I pulled my black jacket off, because of the afternoon heat, to reveal my white Misfits T-shirt and the few light bruises and scars on my arms. They weren't too noticeable and I didn't create them, I can't stand the sight of blood and I have a very low tolerance for pain. I got bullied so much for the way I dressed and acted, I was shy and already hated my appearance and my personality but it's not like I can change any of that (trust me, I've tried). I've mostly been verbally abused but the people who have physically hurt me are guys.

I began my descend down the street to my house. I wish I lived further away from the school. When I reached my home I saw my dad carrying boxes into his car. I raised my eyebrow to him but he didn't notice me.
"Hey dad, why are you packing boxes? Where are we going?" I asked quietly. He looked up at me and shook his head. I saw anger glitter in his eyes.
"Not us, You." He clarified loudly. "You can't stay here anymore, you have to leave." He said.
"Good riddance." One of my tormentors said while passing me. I ignored her and stared at my father. He suddenly gripped my wrist tightly and led me into the house. My mother looked up from a box she was scribbling on.
"Good, you're home." She mumbled as she stood. "You need to leave, I'm tired of your mood and I'm tired of you being a social recluse. I disapprove of your piercings" I automatically chewed my lip ring on the left side of my lip, " and your wardrobe. Your father and I do not tolerate this type of behavior and we think it'd be best for everyone if you just left and let us redeem our lives because of the mess you've caused of them. I don't care where you go, you just can't stay here." I stood in front of her, my face expressionless. As soon as I regained movement, my eyes widened and tears began to form in my eyes. I can't cry though, that's what they want because they know I'm weak, they take pleasure in watching me feel pain. I shook the tears away and opened my mouth to speak.
"how... where..but I'm only 17! I can't live on my own, and you know damn well that i don't have anyone left to live with." I managed to say.
"If you want, we never sold the house you lived in as a child, in New Jersey. Although, as soon as you turn 18 you'll be paying the bills or I will sell that house and use the money to move further away." She coldly spat. I blinked a few times. New Jersey? I kept repeating the state's name in my mind, attempting to gain some lost memories from then, but all I could remember was hanging out with a bunch of older boys who were more interested in cartoons and comics.
A bag was shoved into my hands along with a medium sized box, dragging me out of my thoughts. I then managed to catch a key that was thrown to me. "Do not scratch it, I'm not giving it to you, I'm lending it to you. In a few weeks I'll send someone to take it back." My mother handed me a slip of paper. "Here, this is the address of the house, I'll call the electric and water companies and let them know your living there. Now please leave New York before we change our minds." She said plainly, leading my to the door, she slammed the door in my face before I could respond.
I walked to the car, putting the box and bag into the passenger seat. I started the car and sped off towards New Jersey. As soon as I was out of New York, several hours after I was kicked out, the road began to blur and I pulled over to the side of the road. I rubbed my eyes and felt water.
"No! stop crying! you can't cry, it's just what they want. that's why they kicked you out you baby. I HATE YOU!! I hate you so much and so does everyone else. Stop being weak and grow up! you not a 5 year old anymore!" I yelled into the mirror on the sun visor, at the blonde girl with black smudged eyes. I leaned my head against the steering wheel, careful not to set off the horn, and let the tears flow.
"I hate you." I whispered into the black leather wheel. I stayed like that for a bit over 2 hours.

Notes

Hay! First chapter done! and it's only 5:47am! Sorry if it's a bit hard to understand, I'll fix that later, I'm just really tired guys. I'm going to try to update every day, but my aunt is staying from North Dakoda so I'm going to need a lot of patience. Hope you guys liked this chapter.. I'll re-read it later, I'm exhausted.
I think next chapter might be Frank or Gerard's POV.. if not then it's only cause I wanna finish explaining how she gets home and situates herself into her new home.. and for the people who don't think this would actually happen to someone, it could and probably has before. They neglect their kids if their not "prefect" and try to make them their little puppets. Some people just care more about the "perfect life" and about their image than anything else. Sad I know..):
Also, the title was from the song "I hate my life-Theory of a Deadman"
love all ya beautiful people! hope you liked this chapter!