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"Get out of my house! You're a disgrace to this family, you free loading, selfish, unthankful son of a-"
"Shut up and don't ever yell at me!"
"Don't tell me what to do, Jimmy, this is MY house, you're MY son!"
"I'm not your son and I never was! I hate you with every fiber of my existence! I never asked to be in "your" house!"
"Then leave!"
"I fucking will! And I'm not coming back this time!"

Jimmy slammed the door to his foster parents house and stormed down the steps on the porch. He nearly sprinted out into the street, and he didn't stop, he kept running and running for nearly four minutes before coming to a stop. Hunched over with his hands on his knees gasping for air, he looked over his shoulder, to confirm nobody was following him. "Son of a bitch," he muttered under his breath as he gasped for air. This happened every month. Sooner or later his foster father come looking for him, but Jimmy didn't want to be found. He hated that man. His words rang true, every fiber of his existence loathed the man who claimed Jimmy as his foster son. Nevertheless, eventually Jimmy would find himself back at home, seeking the love and comfort of his foster mother, the only mother he had ever truly had.

He sat down on a metal bench nearby. Aimlessly he gazed infront of him, on the brink of tears, thinking about how terrible his life had gotten. Silently he blamed himself for all of it, although he knew that it wasn't his fault- he just needed to place the blame, it gave him a small sense of comfort. He wished he had gotten a different foster home. Every day he fought with his foster dad, and at least once a month this reoccuring event happened. They would start arguing. Then they would start shouting. Then screaming. Then hitting. Then Jimmy would run away. This time they hadn't exchanged blows, his foster dad hadn't been as drunk as usual, but nevertheless, he had been drunk enough to fight.

He buried his face within his hands and began to sob gently. He needed to vent his emotions. His anger, his sorrow, his regret, his loneliness. Shortly after, more specifically about fifteen seconds after, he stopped and looked forward once more. Jimmy let out a heavy sigh and cursed loudly. He began to ponder as to where his friends were, he needed somebody right then. It didn't matter who, he needed somebody. Just someone to acknowledge his existence. He didn't want to talk, he didn't want to elaborate on what happened, he just wanted someone else's presence nearby. It was an unusual craving, but one that he often experienced.. It didn't matter who it was, so long as it was someone he knew, and it didn't matter what they were doing, so long as they were nearby. It comforted him. He used to have someone who never failed to comfort him...

No. He wouldn't allow himself to think of her again. Never again. The bitch played sick twisted games with his heart then left him outright. Over a godforsaken speaker? Not even in person! Suddenly he clenched his fists as hard as he could, his knuckles quickly turning white. She left him at the football game.. over the intercom.. she didn't even acknowledge his existence afterwords.. How could he have been so stupid? Did he seriously think she loved him? He wouldn't allow himself that intolerable stupidity again. Never again would he trust the wench, much less think about her. He was done with the vapid bitch. Jimmy relaxed his fists, the color returning to his knuckles. Once more, he sighed. He just wanted somebody. Somebody he could trust.

It was early morning when all of this took place, mind you.. More specifically, early SCHOOL morning. Jimmy had school in 30 minutes. It was an hour long walk from here, and he sure as hell wasn't going to ask for a ride from his father. He wasn't taking the bus, either; he didn't want to go anywhere near his house. He guessed he'd just show up late, as usual. What's worse is he still had more "after school group for depression".. he had to see his 'best friend'. Read that cynically, cause that's how it's supposed to sound. He didn't quite feel as fondly for his best friend anymore, but then again, he didn't feel quite fondly for anybody. It wasn't a personal thing, it was just hatred looking for a way to escape.

Jimmy stood up and began to walk in the direction of the school. He sighed once more, for the final time, and hoped he didn't get an after school detention for being late again... the only problem was, it was the 14th. The worse fucking day of his life.