Chapter 1
He hated moving, hated it more than anything in the world. He hated changing houses, changing families, lives. It was always the same, they never understood him. He was just the mistake they decided to take in. Later they would regret it, they always did. Then I would be another house, another family, another life, just another mark on his arm in his mind. Looking out the window Nick saw the car pull up to take him to his new house. It was always the same car, not the same driver though. He assumed the poor guy didn't want to drive him to another house, Nick assumed it depressed the poor guy. He grabbed his one duffel bag that consisted of; one pair of dirty, torn sweatpants, and another t-shirt. He always wore his 'fancy' clothes to his new home attempting to make a good impression on the people but it never seemed to work. His 'fancy' clothes were; slightly clean jeans, and a button-down black shirt. He thought he didn't look half bad, you could barely see how dirty his clothes were. Grabbing his bag he ran downstairs and threw it into the backseat before jumping in himself.
"Good morning, Nick" the man said.
"Uh, good morning I guess." Nick replied.
They never spoke to him, it was like an unspoken rule, you don't speak to the depressed kid. Maybe he just hadn't been briefed on it yet. He let his mind wander while they drove to his new house. He thought about his mom, dad, and little sister. He thought about the day he lost them forever. He could still see the light leaving their eyes, their smiles fading. He missed them, he tried to block the memories out but it never worked. The only thing that seemed to get his mind off of them was pain; Emotional, physical, verbal, whatever. Paying for what happened, somehow he wasn't good enough. But his thoughts were interrupted by the driver.
"We're here." The driver informed him, like he couldn't tell.