Break

Lets begin

I woke up to the sounds of the birds tweeting I'm the distance, my eyes fluttered open as I began to take in the room, it wasn't my room, in fact, it wasn't a room.

I jerked awake when I realized I was in a parking lot, in nothing but a t-shirt and some boxers. I shivered as a cold breeze swept over me, I stood up and groaned, memories of the previous night filling my head. Alcohol burning my throat as I attempted to drink away my worries, and me somehow stripping and running into the street. I rubbed my sore back as I began to walk towards the store to buy a pair of pants, it was two am and no one would be here anyway. The cold breeze blew my hair with it, making me scrunch my nose as a shiver went down my spine. I walked into the store, which was mostly empty.

I saw a cashier on her phone notice me, she forced a smile then looked away. I went to the clothes section and grabbed out a pair of long cheap sweatpants, and then proceeded to check out, knowing that anything else would be a waste of money.

"Tough day huh?" The cashier commented, scanning the price tag.

"Got hella drunk, woke up in a parking lot" I replied, inspecting my shirt for any rips.

"We all have those nights" she smiled at me, handing me the pants.
"Just take them, you probably need the money more than me" she smiled. I knew she was just sure I was broke and wanted me out of the store quickly, so I left.

This wasn't an unusual occurrence, I knew people didn't like my presence, hell, I didn't like it, I just wanted the world to go away, but at the same time, I was to afraid to do anything. I neared my neighborhood and snuck into my house through the window of my bedroom. I wasn't tired, and my mind was blank.
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I woke up the next morning to the pounding of music, I groaned and sat up, a pain in my head made me awake even faster. I got up unsteadily and attempted to make my way to the living room, where the source of the sound had been coming from.

"Thomas! Where were you? Where were you? I missed you!" Yelled my little sister as she realized I had been here. I smiled at the sight of her, a beautiful young girl, happy and smiling, enjoying a life that so little people can handle, taking advantage of every little good thing, and making it huge.

"Hey Kaylee, sorry, I was just at my friends house" I lied, I knew she could tell, but she forced a smile and nodded.

I sighed and walked towards the kitchen, then noticed a small box. I smiled and kneeled down.
"Hehe! You found it!" Kaylee yelled towards me and I turned my head to face her. "Kaylee.. for me?" I asked. "Uh duh!" I smiled and opened the box.

I gasped. "Kaylee, how did you get this?" She giggled, and put her finger against her lips. "I'll never tell, hehe!" She ran back to the living room, where she had come from. I admired the object for a second, then tucked it into my pocket and smiled.

As I arrived to the kitchen, I decided to look in the fridge to see what had been left, out mom had rarely stocked it, she was never here anyway. I saw a small box of frozen waffles and bread. I decided Kaylee may need it more, and decided it was time for another trip.

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I walked down the cement sidewalk in the cold night, the breeze blew my long hair, I hadn't gotten a haircut sense last year, when the incident happened, everyone became less productive. Haylees grades dropped, my mom left the house more often and for longer, and me, well you know what happened to me.

Suddenly I hit something hard, like a wall, no, not a wall, oh, its a girl. She looked up at me and froze. "Y-youre the guy from the other night huh!" I realized soon that she was the cashier from the night before. I groaned. "Yeah, that's me, what's up?" I asked. She smiled weakly. "are you homeless?" She asked. I scoffed. "Nope, just an angsty teen, ha" I smiled at my own crappy joke. I started to walk past her but she grabbed my arm. "Why don't I help you?" She smiled weakly. "No" I attempted to pull my arm away, but she was stronger than me somehow, suddenly I felt small, extremely small. My eyes widened as I saw my arm, scratched up, skinny, and pale skin has begun to peel. "Have you been eating?" She inspected. Again I yanked my arm against her grip, getting a bit angry. "Of course I have, now let go" I grimaced. "No, you haven't, let's go to my house and eat, I live alone, so it'll be fine for you to stay a night." I groaned but didn't have any more will power to deny it, a warm meal and bed seemed nice.

We walked together down a street, it felt odd to have another person with me, something other than the cold breeze of the night following me. It was a warm feeling, a nice one, that I wanted to keep, but I knew it'd be gone the next day. She looked at me and smiled out of pity, a idiotic heart of gold shining through her eyes, as if what she was doing made her a saint, as if I was a chore and she was only helping me for her own benefit. I sighed.

We arrived at her apartment, and she showed me to the kitchen and began to cook. "How old are you?" She asked, smiling. "Seventeen, I dropped out of school though, didn't have the time" I replied. she smiled sadly at me and continued to speak. "Don't you want to get into college?" She asked, concerned. "I'll probably die by then so whatever." I sighed, laying my head on the cool table. "Don't say that" she looked at me, a bit angry. "You have so much to live for you know? You're not even an adult yet, how could you just give up? Take the easy way out?!" She began to yell. I just sighed.

"You won't understand" I groaned. "Then tell me, why did you give up?" I thought back, why did I?

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I smiled at the sight of my father coming home, it had been a year sense he had been home. "Papa!" I smiled and ran towards him, and hugged his leg. "Hey Thomas! Where's your mom?" I pointed toward the kitchen, smiling. He walked in the direction, and the happy air turned sour, a large scared gasp from my mother. "what are you doing here?!" My mom yelled angrily. "I came to see my beautiful wife and kids" he said, emotionless. "Leave, now" she yelled. Kaylee was confused and asked me what's wrong, however I didn't know either.

Soon my dad started yelling, and then a scream, was what made everything make sense. I ran to the kitchen and saw my mother, crying, on the floor, and my father turned his head towards me. "Hey Thomas" he smiled walking closer to me, i was scared. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!" I heard my mom yell as she got up, she grabbed an object, and lunged it into my fathers back. Silence filled the house. My father looked at me and smiled, before falling to the ground. The rise and fall of his chest disappeared, and there my mom sit, on the floor, crying. I heard a sniff and looked towards the door, there stand kaylee, shocked, but not scared. She knew, and from that moment, my sweet little sister changed, she became more independent, and so did my mom, who only came back to the house once a week, to give us some food, and then she'd leave.

No one was the same after that, the police came, we weren't charged because it was out of self defense, after all.

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She looked at me, a bit shocked, a bit sad. "My names miranda" she put a hand out. "Lets be friends" she smiled. I looked at her, this time, it looked genuine, rather than pity, it was want, she wanted to be my friend, she WANTED to be my friend. I smiled, and accepted her hand. "Alright, my names thomas" she gave me a warm smile.