How the misery begins

I was shaken awake by the doctor. I rubbed my eyes, I'd never been a fan of waking up early. "Come on, you need to get dressed" "Wait a sec, give me a chance to wake up." I managed to sit up on the edge of my hospital bed, sill a little sore from the 'incident'. "Hey, uh...since I'm going to be living with this family could you at least tell me something about them?" I groaned sleepilly. "Uh...Well I, I don't know that much about them to be honest. Let's see, Donna is 41 and Don is 45, Michael is 17 like you and Gerard is 18. Michael and Gerard are both very uhh...reserved, I think? Don is a lawyer and Donna owns a few business. That's about it I'm afraid" "Right...o-okay thanks, I'm gonna go change now" She left the room. I sighed and rolled out of the incredibly uncomfortable hospital bed then walked to the attached bathroom. There was a pile of clothes on the edge of the bath, my jeans, my jacket and my converse were there so I assumed they had been washed for me. My misfits shirt wasn't there, instead it had been replaced by a plain black t-shirt, that was okay though, black was my favourite colour. After I had gotten ready and was checked out of the hospital, I was driven to my house. It was eerily quiet, I was used to the slurred insults and empty vodka bottles flying at my face the second I walked through the door. But that wasn't the problem now, and I don't think it ever will be again. Although I was relieved, it was kind of unsettling too. I gathered my clothes and comics and all the other random crap I wanted to take with me and put it all in a big suitcase. I slung Pansy (my guitar) over my shoulder and onto my back, then left with the giant suitcase in tow, pretty much skinning the back of my ankles in the process. The driver put my things in the trunk and we started the drive. We'd been driving for about five minutes when we passes the 'you are now leaving Newark' sign. I had absolutely no idea where we were headed, I'd forgotten to ask Emily where they lived. "Hey uh, where are we going?" I asked the driver from the back seat. "Belleville" he replied bluntly. "Uh okay" I said nervously, I'd never even heard of the place. We got there in about fifteen minutes, I was grateful for the short journey because the drive was really uncomfortable . We drove through some giant iron gates and parked outside a large mansion, I thought we were just stopping for, well I don't know, but I didn't think I was going to be living there, that's for sure. The driver got out of the car while I sat there staring in awe at the magnificent black mansion. It had five floors, a giant garage to the right and another, smaller four story building detached to the left. My day dreaming was interrupted by the large burly driver banging his meaty fist on the car window. I opened the door, not taking my eyes off of the house. The driver shoved my case into my hand, and I pulled Pansy out of the car. We walked up the long pathway and the driver knocked on the door. No more than ten seconds later, a fairly large woman with long curly hair leaped out from behind the wood and pulled me into a tight embrace. The sudden amount of contact made me slightly uncomfortable, this had never happened before and I wasn't entirely sure what I was supposed to do. Like do I just stand there, do I hug back? There should be some sort of manual or instruction leaflet or something. "Oh you poor dear, you must have been through so so so much, well you're safe now. We'll take good care of you, don't you worry your little head" she mumbled softly, still suffocating me in her arms. When she pulled away and looked at me, she froze. She just stood there and looked at me as if I had choked a small child and then bit it's head clean off right on her front lawn. "Uh, c-come in Franklin, Jamia will show you to your room." I stood there not really knowing what to do, then the driver shoved me through the doorway lightly. A small woman with short black hair stood in front of me, I read her name tag. 'Jamia', I guessed she was a maid or something. She took my suitcase and started walking through the corridor, so I followed. We got to what I assumed was the living room, it had dark grey walls with famous paintings all over and marble sculptures in the corners, and there were two giant black sued sofas in the middle of the room facing a glass coffee table. To the left was a giant marble staircase, it looked incredible, and I wanted nothing more than to run up it as fast as I could, but then I realised that I would look even more mentally unstable than I already did. And I really didn't want to live in a mental institution. Jamia lead me up that wondrous staircase and onto the second floor. She opened a large black door and we walked into the bedroom, it had plain black walls, a giant bed, a desk and a walk in closet, there was also a giant mirror in the corner of the room. I wasn't particularly fond of mirrors, mostly because I wanted to smash them into oblivion whenever I saw my reflection, though I guess it wasn't the mirrors fault I was prone to sudden outbursts of anger. Jamia placed my suitcase next to the bed and finally she spoke. "Your room is next to master Michael's, he picked it out for you. If you need anything just ask, you can get changed now and come downstairs to meet the family when you're ready." "Thank you" I replied, still trying to keep up with all these changes. She nodded then left me to my own devices.

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