Never Been Loved - A Septiplier Story

Chapter 1

Jack's pov

     I have a horrible life, if I told you all that happened to me your head would spin and explode, first off I have abusive foster parents which happen to be my aunt and soon to be uncle, I don't even want to call them my aunt or uncle, all I want to call them is trash or shit.

     They abuse me every fucking day, if I'm late from school by like one minute they will hit me for an hour or so, I've been beaten so much that I don't even feel it the next day.

     My mom passed away in a car accident, my dad just abandoned me since he couldn't bare with all the ''stress' of taking care of a child on his own.

    It's the beginning of a new school year, hopefully nothing bad happens but I'm so anxious. Hmmm, what else about me, oh yeah, I cut myself, I'm anorexic, I overdose on pills and lastly smoke shit.

     Soooo, yeah that's all you need to know about me for now, hope you enjoy this book about my horrible life, and yeah.

~Morning~

     My alarm clock blares in my ear I groan and smack it practically across the whole room, eh I'll get another one later, I have my phone anyway.

     I groggily stand up and wipe my eyes, I'm not a morning person obviously, it sucks ass to get up this early, how bout make us get up later and stay later, that would be easier for us and teachers, fucking idiots.

     I walk towards my closet and grab a band shirt, some ripped jeans, my black converse and my hood which I NEVER take off, I don't want people seeing me, I feel so insecure without it.

     I feel as if it covers me up completely, I hate attention, I hate girls and guys, I'm aromantic asexual. (Oh that will change *Insert Lenny face*)

     I walk into my bathroom and look at the dirty mirror, it's literally the only dirty thing in my areas of my house,but I'm just to lazy to clean it, and the rest of the house is covered in beer, wine, whiskey, name all the kinds of alcohol there is a bottle of it in the floor.

     There is also drugs and shit everywhere else, my uncle introduced me to weed and cocaine when I was only 15 or 16, I'm now 18, he was drinks as balls when he did so he didn't care at all.

     Even if he was sober he still would have given me some, that's the only thing that helps me numb out from the world besides cutting.

     I went to a therapist on my own but she didn't help, she just made my problems worse.

      But anyway, I turn on the shower, cold water spilling out making a soft pitter patter on the porcelain tub.

    They are to lazy to pay for warm water, but they don't have to deal with it since they live at their drunken friends houses more than here.

     I undress showing my pale skin covered in soft pink lines from scars, and dark blood red lines from cutting, most of my scars are actually purple from when they didn't close up properly, I couldn't sow them shut, I ain't a doctor!

    I hate my body, I hate my shape more than anything, I swear I'm the fattest person ever, every perverted classmates that I have always whistle at me or slap my ass saying its nice or something.

      I've almost been raped like so many times, but it hasn't happened yet, YET. I shake all my horrid thoughts to the back of my mind as I step into the ice cold water.

     It runs down my back making any of my recent cuts from last night sting slightly, I run my fingers over my cuts on my hips, I don't have any on my thighs cause I don't want to ruin those I have to keep them for letter in life.

Very lightly brushing them over the lines, I don't feel anything.

I'm just......... numb.

     I wet my hair and ruin my fingers through the greasy mess, I reach over to the end of the shower and grab my shampoo and conditioner setting them closer to me.

     I squirt some shampoo in my hands ruining the substance through my hair, I wash it out once I thought it was good enough, I do the same with conditioner making sure its really soft.

     I wash my body cleaning me of any dirt, I rinse my whole body and head once more to make sure I got all the bubbles off.

     I hop out quickly engulfing myself in a towel not wanting to be any colder. I turn off the shower and dry my legs up to my stomach and slip on my dark blue boxers, I dry off my torso.

     I dry my hair too and slip on the skinny jeans, then my shirt and then jacket. ''Jack, you don't need to be late, don't you'' my aunt screams in the streaky annoying voice that she has.

     I quickly put on my converse and grab my book bag not wanting to get beat before I go to school.

A/N Aye doods, it's Alex and this used to be my first story, but I looked it over and said FUCK NO I decided to keep the tags and title and all that shit but yeah, all of the chapters will at least be 800 words long, I hate story where they make the chapters like REALLY short but yah, buh byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee - Alex