I decided to change the second chapter and make this story a little longer so sorry for the changing but I'm still going with the same story so I hope you guys like this one more. :) Enjoy.
CHAPTER 1
Sam's P.O.V
I was 9 when Evelyn Mercer adopted me and welcomed me into her home. My parents had just died in a car accident 1 year ago. Nothing really mattered after that especially since none of my other family wanted me. I broke all of my foster homes rules, not caring about anything any more. I went through 7 different foster homes in just 1 year. My name is Sam and I am now 18 as of a month ago, although I still look 15 because of my 5'3, 100lb body figure. My eyes are as green as the grass, The undead grass, and my hair is dark brown and wavy and hangs down to just above my pelvic bones.
At first, I was hesitant to trust Evelyn because I knew she had seen my folder; My….very.. big folder. It was a shock that she would have even of considered taking me in, but she immediately took me in which only made me think, What was in it for her ? After getting kicked out of about 3 homes, any body who took me in did it for a reason wither it was to be there own personal Cinderella or to beat me or sexually abuse me. Now for me to get out of foster homes like that, you can only imagine what I had to do to get kicked out. Evelyn having so many older boys, almost men, in the house made me uncomfortable with what I experienced in the past year. I learned to trust no one.
It wasn't until Evelyn told me one night about Jack, Bobby, Angel and Jerry's stories, that I trusted her and started to let her into my life. They were 10x as worse as I was and proved to me time and time again that they were good people. Many people would have thought that it would be a bad place for me to grow up in but they were wrong. They taught me to not be so tough and to let people in. They taught me to trust again but most importantly, they gave me a family again.
Today is the first day since my parents death that I have felt this kind of pain again. The type of pain that will never go away and never fade. The kind of pain that you need to become immune to somehow just to think about getting back to your normal life. Thankfully, I have my brothers to stay alive for. As long as they are alive, I have a reason to live. I have a reason to feel.