I stared up at my ceiling with my head lolling from side to side. I was staring blankly up at it, almost like I was high. I wasn’t I didn’t have my weed on me. I sat up in bed. Wait, I did. I rushed to my closest and took a bag out of the back; I rolled it up and lit it starting to smoke it. The toxic smell helped to calm me down, I really needed it.

I sighed, content with myself. I had just started to feel me getting high when someone crashed through my door. I stared at my foster parents in shock and with blood shot eyes. I shoot up in bed and snuffed out my weed.

“What are you doing here?” I asked scared. Even though I was 15, adults yelling at me still scared me and made me withdrawal in myself.

“Gerard,” Mr. Way said in a calm voice, that was when they are the worst and I got beaten the worst. I shrunk away from him and diverted my eyes. “Care to tell me, what is going on here?”

“ugh, I’m smoking?” I said. He just glared at me. “Well it’s the truth,” I mumbled. I saw his fist clench and I unconsciously flinched. Mrs. Way saw and put her hand on her husband’s arm and softly whispered to him. I saw him relax and smile apologetically at me. But his smile fell and stared coldly at me.

“Weed?” he asked as he sniffed the air. I just nodded. He sighed, “Gerard I know you just got here a little over a month, but you cannot smoke weed.”

“Why? You’re not my parents. You didn’t even adopt me; you’re just looking after me.” I said coldly. This is what Cobalt has turned me into, a cold heartless person.

“That is actually what we came down to discuss.” Mrs. Way said always the calm voice. “We,” she indicated to Mr. Way and her, “have been thinking it over. We love you like a son already, and we thought it would be a good idea to adopt you. But it is all up to you.”

I looked at her shocked. “Even after you caught me smoking weed and know that I got suspended for two days, you are still willing to take me into your home?”

She softly smiled at me. “Yes, because we know we can help you. What do you say?”

“I don't think I'm ready for this." I responded. "I..I don't know...i just need tome to think."

“I understand, take all the time you need. Oh and before I forget your social worker called, she wants to meet up with you tomorrow to talk about everything.”

I sighed, I hated going to her. “Did she say when?”

“Yes, a Starbucks.” My eyes lit up. Oh how I loved my coffee. I smiled and nodded. “Now we are going to leave you to your thoughts but first.” She held her hand out and I reluctantly gave up my stash of weed. I got up and gave her the one in the closest too because I knew she wouldn’t leave until I gave up everything. She walked away, shutting the door behind her like a good parent should do.

I looked at my phone on the nightstand and saw I had a text from Mikey, why he didn’t come down in the first place, I will never know.

Mikey: What did you do to Frank? He’s sobbing his eyes in my room. I looked at the time it was sent. 4:45. I looked at the clock, 5:05. Sent a bit under 20 minutes ago. I texted him back.

Me: Mikey, just leave it. It’s something between Frank and I. Just us. Please don’t come down here.

I knew it was a pointless thing to say, Mikey was going to come down anyway. I had barely sent the message before I got a reply back from Mikey.

Mikey: YOU FUCKER! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO FRANK!? YOU..YOU I HAVE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE YOU…

I stared at the message, of course everyone would take pity in Frank, they had only his side of the story. They didn’t hear mine. It was time someone did. I got off my bed and went upstairs. I knocked on Mikey’s door. He answered. I could see Frank huddled on the bed with tear tracks down his face. It broke my heart to see him like that.

“Mikey—“ I started to say but he interrupted me.

“No, just don’t. You broke my best friend’s heart. And yes, I do know it was you. Everything was going great until you came. I don’t want you as a brother. In fact I could care less if you left. Y’know what just go jump off a bridge, that way you can’t cause anyone more pain. Just get out of my fucking sight.” And with that he slammed the door in my face.

I felt the dam break and the tears fall. I crumbled to the floor. Everyone had left me. Shut me out of their lives. Literally.

I was alone.

Notes

Umm yeah keep your tissues handy, it just gets worse and worse.

Sorry?