Just Forget the Pain

Chapter 1

You don't need anyone to live life. I know this from exprience, for the past 10 years I've been alone. Sure there were the foster families that had tried to get closer to me, but still nothing.

Each family Iwent to seemed to try to understand what I was going through, of course none of them could understand. I've gone through eight foster famillies in the past 12 years, and it all is because some sort of accident happened once Ifinally got a little bit closer to them.

"Helen." the lady who was incharge here said. "I know you've been through alot, bu-"

"What ever your going to try and feed me about the next family being better, you can save. I know your trying to help me, but all anyone does here is make us feel guilty! Guilty that we can't live for ourselves, guilty we can't feed for ourselves, guilty because we weren't good enough for our parents to stay and protect us." I hissed, the shivers passing through my body as unpleasant memories flashed through my mind.

"Helen..." she said, trailing off. "Okay, but Ipromise you, this family is better. Nothing will happen, I promise."

"You say this family as if someone already accepted me." I murmured.

"Because someone has. They've heard about you, the good things you do and then they hear the bad things that happen around you. They want to help, Helen." she said. Ijust nodded, I didn't want to live here for the rest of my life, but all the kids looked up to me for emotional support. They needed me to tell them that everything will be alright, that someone will want them. I had to help them, make sure that they don't suffer like I do every day.

"Their here." she said, holding my two bags in each hand. She seemed so positive that this family was for me. As we were walking to the front door, where a lady and her husband were standing. There were two children beside her, one little girl about twelve, and one boy maybe a year or two older than me.

"Hello." she said to the wife.

"Good afternoon." the wife replied, before turning to look at me. "Well well, she's a beaut."

"Why of course." her husband replied. "She wa-"

The wife elbowed him in gut, and he stopped talking.

"I'm Terri and this is my husband, Earl. This is Phillip and Juila." she said, gesturing each one of them out. Terri had short brown hair and a kind face, but I bet that was the side she was just showing. Earl, well, he looked like any other guy would look like. Then there was Juila, she had blonde hair that seemed to have a yellow tint to it and then there was Phillip, he had short brown hair and hazel eyes.

"Helen." I said, sticking out my hand and shaking hers. I tried to smile, it just came out way to weird, so I turned back to my normal look.

With that out of the way, I said my good byes and then we were off, speeding towards my new home..........................

................That was roughly two years ago. The lady at the foster place, who's name I never seemed to remember, called every once in a while the first year I was here. After nothing happened, the calls stopped.

"Helen!" Terri said, calling up the stairs as I walked out of my room.

"Yes?"I asked.

"Do you have you things ready?"

"Yes, Did Phillip call?" I asked, Phillip was now on Parris Island for Marine training. Apparently from all the letters that i've heard so far, Phillip met someone on the island and I could tell Terri was a little worried about meeting her.

"Yes he did. But he could only talk for a moment." Terri said, looking apologetic.

"Let me guess, this new girl that he seems to be hooked on is coming?" I asked as she nodded.

"Come on now, your going to be late." she said, handing me the keys to my jeep.

"Thanks." I said, trying to smile. Istill couldn't.

"You don't have to keep trying. If you want to frown, then frown. Just try not to beat anyone up." she said, chuckling.

"I'll try." I replied, before I was out the door and in my Jeep.

It was only took a few moments to get to school, but I liked to be there earlier so I could start on my work. I have this problem with staring off sometimes, so if Iwant to keep my 4.3 GPA, I needed all my work finished.

As I was walking into school, no one stared like they did on my first day here. That's probably because in this school full of dumbs and jocks, there was only one group of people who had the same look I do.

They were the Emo's and the Goth's, of course I wasn't goth. As for emo, well I've always had suicidal thoughts and the need to get rid of the pain. But replacing one pain with another only makes things worse, on everybody.

I walked into class, ignoring Sindie's normal start of loo-ser cooed under her breath and as she pushed her backpack off her desk and into my path, I couldn't help but feel annoyed. It's obvious when you push it off the top of your desk, then again, I would notice both ways anyway.

I stepped over it simply with my black ballet flats as they silently clicked onto the floor until I sat down. Everyone looked at me for a moment, until the teacher walked into the room.........................