My Way Home Is Through You

September third,or the day my life went to shit and also the day I'll meet the people from my new foster family. Fucking yay. But I had to fake excitement and promise to be good for what felt like the tenth time today for Sara's sake,she's been trying so hard to get me a new and nice families for the past five years but I kept getting in trouble or not even making an effort to interact with any family member,but sometimes it wasn't my fault,some parents are just fake and just do it for money,or sometimes they were good but had no idea who to take care of a child. Or overly religious,I had three of these kind. Awful families. 100/100 would not recommend as parents of a child with PTSD and other mental illnesses basically says that medication is a horrible thing and takes them away from you and makes you rely to "god". And even more when you're gay. Then it's hell.

Why do I move so much you ask? Well five years ago,me and...well the people who used to be my family back then went to our usual summer trip,when I still lived in California,we would go up to some nice camping places or close the beach,it was nice,I really miss it. But that's not the point,I don't want to remember it,not now anyway.

My parents were fighting because we got lost on our way to our new camping place and it was really really late,my younger sister was tired and crying and my older brother was asleep.
My parents were screaming at each other and telling my sister to shut fuck up,so I was trying to calm her down when I saw it. The curve my parents didn't see. I screamed at them only to get a shut up I know and a ear piercing scream at the next moment. I remember how my dad tried to turn and stop the car at the same time but it was too late,his action sending us out of the road and rolling down.

When I woke up,the first thing I noticed was how completely destroyed was the car,the roof and doors fell off and some sits and wheels were dispersed all around the grassy floor and between the trees surrounding us. I remember the pain I felt all over my body and the blood and glass on my skin. When I couldn't get up,my leg fucked and twisted in a weird angle,so I crawled out of where I was,which was another painful act. I palmed my pants looking for my phone and called the ambulance as I crawled again looking for my parents and brothers. That's when I saw them.
My baby sister,my brother,my mom and my dad. They were dead. I screamed,screamed so loud and hard when I saw them,that I passed out. When I woke I was at the hospital and alone.

False excitement is more than necessary then.

Notes

Ayyyyyyyy I guess I'm back with yet another story. This time is to help to actually get back to writing cause I need something,so don't expect the chapters of this story to be long or too elaborated. I just need a boost.

anyway hope you enjoy~

xoxox