Mute

Gerard's pov*

Well last night was shit!.. Maggie had to put me in the local group home for the night, and I was roomed with this thug called Oscar, who was apparently angry at the whole Goddamn world, and decided to take it out on me.. I have bruises all over my stomach and ribs to show for it too.. Fucker!
Now I'm sat back in Maggie's office, waiting for this Linda woman to show up and decide if she wants to take me home with her or not.. I wouldn't be surprised if she says "Not!"
I'm sat in the corner, on the little red couch, with my sketch pad on my knees and my pencil in my hand.. but my stomach's churning with nerves, cos no matter HOW many times I do this, it's always scary meeting a new family, and I can't draw when my hand's shaking and I feel like I'm gonna puke, or pass out... or both!
Of course, there's nothing for me TO puke, as it's about three months since I've actually eaten anything, and THAT was a slug that was forced down my throat by the brat I was made to share a room with at the time.
I don't eat!.. I'm not anorexic, or bulimic, I don't think I'm fat, or that I need to loose weight.. I just don't like food, simple as that.
Maggie understands this. She had me see a shrink a couple years back, who told her that it's just the way I am, but that I really need to be taking some vitamins and stuff so I don't die.. I agreed to take them, just to get her off my back.. They're not so bad, and they mean I don't get pestered to eat.
Maggie keeps talking to me, telling me about this new home I'm going to. Trying to reassure me that I'll like it there, and that Linda's son is a nice boy who she's SURE will make me feel right at home.. Yeah, right!
It's 10:15... They're late!
I took a sip of water from a glass on the table to my right, just as a knock sounded on the door.
Maggie dashed over and flung the door open with a smile, and hugged the lady on the other side.. Linda, I presume.
I kept my head down, staring at my sketch pad, and waited for them to enter, and for the door to close before I glanced up to take a look at the mother and son who I'd be spending the next little while with.
Linda was a small woman with long dark hair and a friendly smile. Her son, who's name I'd been told, but couldn't remember, was just as small as her, no, maybe an inch or two taller, with dark brown hair that nearly reached his shoulders, big, heavily lidded hazel eyes, a strong jaw, perfect eyebrows, a little button nose, full, soft looking pink lips, and he was wearing a lip ring, nose ring, and small gauges in his ears too.
Fuck!.. He was hot!
I cursed myself for thinking such things, cos it was irrelevant.. It didn't matter if I fancied this boy, no one would EVER like me, so there really was no point.
The boy looked at me just once, then didn't look back at me again.. Just as I thought.. Pointless!
Maggie brought Linda over to meet me "Gee?.. This is Linda.. Linda, Gee"
I looked up and was met by a pair of friendly blue/green eyes "Hello Gee. It's nice to meet you.." Linda put out her hand, and I shook it, nervously ".. I hope you're going to be happy living with me and Frankie.." Oh yeah! THAT was his name.. Frank! She turned her head toward the boy, who was pointedly staring out the window ".. Frankie, come here and introduce yourself.." Frankie looked over at me, like I was something stuck to the bottom of his shoe, then huffed, and turned away, silently. Linda laughed, nervously and looked back at me ".. I'm sorry about him. He doesn't like getting up early on Sundays"
Maggie chuckled as I looked back down at my sketchbook "Teenagers, huh?.." She smiled gently at Linda, holding up the coffee pot in query.
The two woman sat and talked for a while.. Mostly about me, but I tuned them out, and closed my eyes. I could already tell, that this was gonna be just as bad as all the other places I'd been sent.. So what was the point of me even being here?.. None, that I could see...

Notes

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