Forever Us

-2 years later-

“Fuck!” I yelled.

“What the hell do you want this time?” Amber said.

“None of your god damn business.” I gave her a silent growl.

God, I hated Amber. After Charlie was adopted I was left here alone for a while, and to be honest I’d rather have that than to have Amber in here.

“Whatever. Bye.” She smirked then left the room. Thank god, she’s gone.

Soon I heard my phone go off with a text message. I picked up my phone and saw a surprising name.

“What the hell does he want…” I said quietly then opened up the text message.

‘Your birthdays tomorrow, right…?’ it read. I thought for a long time, I didn’t know how to respond.

‘Yeah.’ I finally replied.

‘Can we please talk? Like… In person?’ He asked.

‘Where?’ I responded.

‘After school at the foster care?’ He said.

‘Fine. But I’ll be packing, on my 18th birthday I’m allowed to finally leave.’ I said hesitantly, ending the conversation.

Why would Andrew want to talk? I’ve never forgiven him since the crash, since he lived and Caleb passed…

I shrugged it off and got up and started packing. Finally, tomorrow I could leave this hell hole forever. I grabbed all of my band shirts and stuffed them into my backpack, the same backpack I used to get in here, the same backpack I’m using to leave.

Finally all of my shit was packed, at least it didn’t take too terribly long. I looked over at the clock. Damn, it was already 8:27 at night, and I was already tired. I walked into the bathroom and pulled up my hair into a bun. I took off my clothes and started the shower, then walked back into the room, grabbing my pajamas. I stepped into the shower and felt the reliving water wrap around my body. I loved times like these, but in the same way, I hated them. I hated them because I was left alone with my thoughts, the same thoughts that have tried to kill me before. My alone thoughts included Andrew, Caleb, my parents, the old band that you can assume I quit after Andrew and I stopped talking, thoughts of death.

Andrew… God, I missed him. I regret ever being in his life, I regret being a bitch to him, I regret blaming him for Caleb. I felt my face start to get hot and I felt the sudden need to cut. God damn it. I quickly washed my hair and got out of the shower so I could finally escape my thoughts. I pulled into my pajamas and quietly fell to sleep.

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