Warning: this story is 18+ don't read if you ain't 18, please. Also Homestuck doesn't belong to me of course. Both you and Homestuck belong to the Dark Lord Hussie.
Some chapters may be shorter or longer than others so please don't be disappointed when an update is a short one or an authors note.
Trigger warning! The triggers of this story may include: mention of rape, molestation, suicidal thoughts and actions, etc. If this triggers you, I suggest you not read this.
Ok now for chapter 1!
Your POV
It's not every day you get to move. New places, new people, new stores, new everything. But not for you. You have been moving from home to home since you were ten. You haven't minded because you don't talk much anyways. But it's gotten to you over the years. Never living in the same area, Never sustaining a friend for more than a year ( if you manage to get one), never having the same family for too long either.
Yes, you are a foster kid. At first, you weren't aware of how things happened in the department. But after dozens of families that discarded you after they used you, you've gotten used to how it works. Many people have asked an array of questions once they find out, but the most common is, "What about your biological parents?". This question isn't usually answered. You don't like telling people, for good reasons, that is. The answer you usually give is they died in a car accident, when they don't except 'nothing' as a valid answer.
The real story? Let's start it at around when you were five years old.