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I’m going to try and write on this everyday, even with my school work. I’m really liking how this is going, and I hope you guys do too! I just hope my own sadness doesn’t kick in and ruin Eden’s life -_-
Oh well! Enjoy!
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Love
Fighting Depression
Chapter 1
Moving In
~{<>}~Eden Afiren Kierston~{<>}~
Kary, my now foster mother, had gotten people to get my stuff, sensing the fear I was emanating. She felt bad for me, I have scars on my chest, legs, arms, and my right cheek. I have bruises that will take months to heal almost everywhere on my body, and I look older than I should with all the stress, pushing me down by the shoulders.
She lived in southern California, a long way from where I live, here in Oregon, I heard it’s nice and warm there… I hope they’re right. I’m sick of bleeding to death in the cold. I’m sick of hearing that damned voice who tells me to grab the knife and end it.
“You okay?” She asked looking over at me with her kind green and hazel eyes.
I nodded and said, “Yeah, it’s just… I’ve been dealing with that for 4 years, and I finally get to leave.”
She looked at me shocked, “4 years?!”
“I couldn’t leave… I would have nowhere to go, and god forbid the horror of foster care, what if I found someone even worse?” I said in a dismal tone.
She sighed and said, “Don’t worry, a lot of people in California will like you, whether you’re gay or not.”
I smiled at her, thanking her silently for saving me from them.
We got on the plane, I fell asleep almost immediately, even when I was unconscious for almost 3 days, I was incredibly tired.
I woke up as the plane began to land, and we went to the entrance, she ha said everything had been taken care of already. I walked outside and she guided me to a… A limo?
“Go on in,” she said smiling, knowing that her secret of being rich had been spilt, like a glass of water on a roller coaster.
I went in, and it was amazing, it looked so nice! The seats were squishy! There was a mini tv for each side! It’s like heaven!
“Do you like it?” She asked, I nodded quickly, a stupid grin on my face, hiding the pain from the bruise on my side.
“Glad you like it, Oliver is waiting to see you,” she said, Oliver was her husband, I could tell by the way she said his name.
I hugged her, “Thank you.”
“No worries, it had to be done, you were suffering and I have room in my house, plus I’ve wanted a kid, but it never happened… Too busy I guess,” she said sadly. I felt bad for her, she was rich, but that meant her and her husband would be too busy for things like kids.
“Why me though?” I asked, there were plenty of other kids out there who wold need help.
“You caught my eye, something about you made me think that you were destined to be with us,” she said, studying me, as if there was something about me that set me apart from all other kids.
“So… Any hobbies?” She asked, I nodded.
“Singing, a few instruments, I like volunteering for shelters and such, I enjoy archery, and other such things,” she looked impressed.
“Wow, that’s cool,” she said, she seemed like a cool mum. I mean she understands me, that’s a good thing.
“Okay, we’re here! Come on,” she said, dragging me out of the car, I saw a very large house… VERY large. I looked at it in awe, it was beautiful.
“You like it?” she said happily. I nodded again.
“Great, let’s go inside, I think Oliver is making dinner today,” she said, we walked in, and I gasped at the interior of the house.
“Oh my bloody hell,” I said, she looked at me with raised eyebrows.
“Bloody?” She said trying not to laugh.
“I can say that if I want,” I said, crossing my arms. And this is how the night went, I got to know my two new parents, Oliver was a nice man, very handsome, but too old for me anyways. Kary was a very fun woman, very funny, and very pretty, of course they wanted to know something that bugged me.
“Did you have a boyfriend?” Oliver asked curiously, I(again I know I nod a lot but deal with it) nodded no.
“No, I didn’t and I’m happy I didn’t,” I said, hiding my sadness.
“No one? No one liked you?” Kary asked.
“The only thing I had was one friend who moved away,” I said. And a bunch of bullies, I said to myself.
“Oh, well… Anyways, it’s time for us to go to bed,” she said, avoiding furthering their interruption to my past.
“Okay,” I said quietly, the pain was beginning to grow again, and I was going to start crying, which I’m sure no one wanted to see.
I walked up the stairs and went into my new room, why am I feeling so happy when the pain from my past follows me? I’m never going to escape all of the suffering I had dealt with, and I knew it.
I changed and went under my covers, curled up in the fetal position, and cried, releasing my stress and pain.
I muffled my sobs using the blanket, hopefully Kary and Oliver wouldn’t hear me, I don’t want them to see my suffering.
I closed my eyes and slowly calmed down, before falling asleep.
~{/\[The Next Day]/\}~
I woke up to a blaring alarm clock and a banging in my door.
“Eden! It’s time to go to school!” Kary yelled, I groggily rubbed my eyes and got up, pain shot through my body.
I yelled in pain, and Kary rushed in, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I panted, “I’m fine.”
“Is t because of the bruises?” She asked, looking at me with sympathy.
“Yeah, I just need something for the pain and I should be good,” I said, reassuring her that I wasn’t going to die. She rushed downstairs, and a second later, she came up, handing me a pill and a glass of water.
“Okay,” she said as I took the pill, “I have already gotten you a new backpack and put in some of the essentials.”
“A new backpack?” I said, why are they spending so much on me? Oh wait, hahaha, I’m an idiot.
“Yeah, you’re old one looked pretty beaten up, and we are going to have to register you into the high school,” she said. The pain was receding from my body.
“Okay,” I said as she left so I could change into presentable clothes.
“What to wear, what to wear?” I said pacing around, searching the boxes of my clothes for something nice to wear.
I found myself a plain black t shirt, a blue jacket, and black skinny jeans. I grabbed my new backpack, put on my contacts, and walked outside, where Kary was talking on the phone.
She finished talking to whoever that was as I walked down the stairs, “You ready?”
I looked at myself in the mirror before answering; prescription contacts with light brown coloring to hide my scary eye color, check, black hair done in a nice way, check, and lastly, do I look nice.
I thought about this for a moment… Yeah I look fine.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” I said following her to the car, I guess she was driving me and I wasn’t going in the limo… Oh well, be a bit less depressing Eden.
“So… What’s the name of the school?” I asked curiously, bringing out my phone to search it up.
“Hartwood,” she said as we pulled into the parking lot, it wasn’t that far… Weird, the neighborhood we live in doesn’t look like it’d be near anything.
I got out of the car and headed towards the front gate, Kary following me. She lead me to the office and we went to an important looking person, because I’m so great at navigating a school office, I had to ask for directions and stuff. Hooray, directions.
“What’s your name, hun?” The lady asked.
“Eden,” I said, as she typed onto her computer.
“Last?” She asked again.
“Kierston. K. I. E. R. S. T. O. N,” I said spelling it out because they can’t spell it write.
“Middle name?” She asked me curiously, just in case I guess.
“Afiren. A. F. I. R. E. N,” I spelled out again, my grandparents, who actually accepted me before they passed away, had given me that name, never an explanation why though.
“Okay, here’s your schedule,” she said handing me a slip of paper… Schedule?
“Wow, I actually have a schedule,” I muttered as me and Kary exited the building.
“Did you not have them in Oregon?” She asked confused.
“Nope, not in my school,” I said, she took a look and smiled.
“Hey, you have my class, good,” she said, “I’m the 11th grade history teacher here.”
“Oh, well, I guess I’ll see you during my 3rd class,” I said smiling, even though it hurt from the punch I had gotten.
“Okay, I need to go do some things, so if you need me go to my classroom,” she said, running off.
I dropped my smile and rubbed my face, that hurt. I turned the other way and walked off, exploring my new school.
“Weird,” I said as I discovered more and more things that my old school never had.
I heard the bell ring, and I kind of panicked. WHERE THE BLOODY HELL DO I GO- Oh, my next class is right there, I thought after taking a look at the room location thing.
I walked inside, this was my math class, I’m taking calculus.
I awkwardly stood at the teacher’s desk as students came in, giving me weird looks, probably because of the scar on my cheek and the large bruise under my face. I smiled sheepishly at them as they whispered about me.
The teacher walked in and looked at me, scanning me, and grinning at me approvingly.
“Okay class, we have a new student! Treat him nicely as he introduces himself!” She said loudly, shuttin up the whispering children.
She sat down and looked at me, silently telling me with her face to introduce myself.
“Um, hi,” I said.
“Hi,” they replied trying not to laugh.
“Um, I’m Eden, and I just moved here from Oregon… Like just moved here, I got here yesterday,” I said, they said oooh.
“Why do you sound like you come from England?” One of the girls asked.
“I was born there and stayed there until the end of middle school, I moved with my f-family to Oregon because they wanted to go somewhere quieter,” I said flinching at the word family, I honestly don’t know what that is anymore.
It was quiet as they comprehended this, then suddenly, “Are you gay?”
My eyes shot to a girl, looking at me curiously. The teacher snapped at her.
“Don’t be rude.”
“It’s okay,” I said before the stupid girl got in trouble for asking me a stupid question.
“Yes, I am,” I said, they all looked at me with renewed interest.
Mostly the bloody girls, who screamed at this.
I sat down and drowned them out with the reassuring thought of, I’ll be fine and this will all be over soon.
~{/\[Lunch]/\}~
The day was taking longer than expected. I sat on my own on some bench, mindlessly scribbling in my new notebook. My old one, where I drew, wrote, and did other things with a pencil and colors, was burnt to a crisp by my brother.
Thinking about it gave me a headache, causing me to hold my head in pain.
“Hey,” I heard a voice, I jumped, scared of course because people shouldn’t just be quiet than all of a sudden speak to you.
It was a girl, she was… Pretty I guess. She had brown hair with streaks of red in it, probably dye. She had a lip piercing, which was fine with me, as long as she doesn’t put her mouth on me, ugh.
“Hi?” I said confused, I thought everyone was going to avoid me, I mean I’m cute I know, but I have a scar and have bruises that could be seen a mile away.
“I’m Summer,” she said, sitting down, looking at me intently with her hazel eyes.
“I’m Eden?” I said, clearly confused about why she was here.
“I know, the whole campus is talking about the cute british guy who looks like a bad boy,” she said sarcastically. I frowned.
“I look like a bad boy?” I said, now more confused than before.
“Yeah, it’s probably the bruise, I dunno. I wanted to make a friend,” she said shrugging.
“Well, I guess so,” I said before the bell rang loudly.
“Okay, see you next time, here’s my number if you want to chat again,” she said walking off to her next class.
Good job Eden, you made a friend… Hopefully this one won’t betray you unlike the others.
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I wonder how much of his past he is going to show us? I hope Summer doesn’t leave him like the rest of his friends! *snickers evilly*
Ok I’m joking that’s a bit mean, especially from what he’s been through already.
Anyways, hope you guys liked it! I really want to continue this!
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