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Updates will not usually be tis frequent, I just don't have that much time on my hands, but because I already have one story follow and a review and all that's up is the prologue im updating again

Bedazzled-BookDragon XD well I hope one day wasn't hell, because I hate to break it to you, updates will probably be 1-2 weeks apart. But is the story worth the wait? You tell me. Thanks so much for the review, I expected a longer wait tbh.

Ok, this will always be in Nico's POV.

He is now 15.

Here we go!

I laid, sprawled out on my bed, head phones in.

My music was blasting, the track changed to Monster by Skillet. I've always liked this song, one, the rock style and two, I felt like it was written for me. The lyrics where, my life. Also Demons by Imagine Dragons, but I don't like the beat to that one. Skillet is much better in my opinion, but that's not relevant. I'm rambling again.

I felt someone's hand on my shoulder, I flinched and jerked away.

I looked up to see Jasmine, my social worker. "Dont touch me."

Jasmine is African American, she has Hazel eyes and curly chocolate hair down a little above her stomach.

I unwillingly paused my my music to see what she wanted.

"I'm sorry Nico, your councilor is here."

I nodded.

"He'll be in in five minutes."

I nodded again.

Jasmine left the room, I really don't understand why the councilor even comes any more. I dont talk to him and I'm not improving any.

"The freaks gotta go see his councilor." I heared one of the other boys I had to share a room with tease.

I took a deep breath and un paused my music turning it up as loud as it can go.

"I MUST CONFESS THAT I FEEL LIKE A MONSTER!"

The music blared, drowning out the world. Music was my only escape, when I'm lost in the lyrics, its the closest I have been to happy in five years. When Bianca died.

"Dead Inside" came on, also by Skillet.

I got a few more seconds of this peace, but one of the boys came up and pulled my head phones out of my ears.

"Hey freak! Listen when someone's talking to you!"

My anger flared, my eyes flew open and I punched the son of a bitch right in the face. "One, dont. Touch. Me." I said through gritted teeth, "Two, dont. Call. Me. Freak. And finally, You touch my headphones again, you die."

Right then my councilor walked in, just my luck.

The kid I punched was holding his nose that was bleeding every where, and unluckily for me, the blood was on my hands, no, literally.

"Nico!" John ran over "What happened?!" he demanded.

I just shut my mouth and looked away.

The kid, Dean I think, answered though. "I-I was trying to talk to him, but his head phones where in. So I pulled one out because I know he doesn't like people touching him, but when I did he punched me and threatened me."

Ok, that was kind of what happened, but not! Just enough truth to make it believable, but he had a much bigger role in this. Ok, I shouldn't have punched him, but he was really on my nerves. And, I know I'm a freak, I don't need him constantly reminding me.

The councilor sent him away to go get his nose fixed up.

"Nico, come on." he led me into our usual room. It was just a completely white room with a table and a chair on both sides.

I sat down, but wouldn't look at him.

"Nico, please, I just wanna help. But I need you to talk to me. I know what you must be going through, I heard about your past, but you need to talk to me."

I glared at him and resisted the urge to shout at him. I wouldn't give that to him. The satisfaction of me talking, even if it was just shouting.

He knows nothing about my past, and he doesn't "know what I must be going through" he has no idea what I'm going through.

His hand dropped onto the table, creating a slapping sound.

I flinched, thinking about all of the foster homes I've been to, some if which I've delt with abusive foster parents.

My memories washed over the real world, and I found myself standing in the Johanson household again.

Mr, Johanson stumbled through the door, obviously drunk again.

"Get lour ass over hear booiiy." He slurred

I knew better that to refuse.

I slowly approached the drunken man, "DONT SSLOOK AT ME LIKE THAT BOOIIY!

He brought his hard hand across my face. I screamed in pain and fall to the ground. He continued to kick at my ribs and beat me untill I slipped into unconsciousness. Its really a miracle I'm still alive. Although sometimes I wish he had killed me.

Even in the blackness I could hear him screaming at me.

I covered my eyes screaming for him to stop.

I heard my name being called, "Nico! Nico! Nico!"

I slowly opened my eyes, it was blurry but I could make out three figures standing over me, I was curled in a ball on the floor, my hands over my ears.

My heart was still pounding a mile a minute. My breathing was way to fast and I realized I was hyperventilating.

I slowly tried to calm down, telling myself its all just a memory, I'm still at the orphanage, my councilor is visiting, I'm safe.

But I could still hear his voice ringing in my ears, I let out another cry and blacked out.

I woke up in my bed, I remembered my black out, a shiver shot down my spine.

Jasmin walked in, "Oh! Nico! Your awake. You ok?"

I nodded slightly.

"You need to take your pills." she held out the zip lock bag of my medications and a bottle of water.

I gulped down my pills, and turned to my night stand, I opened the drawer and pulled out my I pod and head phones.

"Nico?"

I looked up at her.

"Um, well, your going to a new foster home today."

My eyes widened, "What?" I asked.

"They will be here in twenty five minutes, I was just gonna wake you up. Um, get your stuff together. I'll miss you Nico." she looked like she might give me a hug, but thought better of it. Good, I might just about had a heart attack.

I looked down, "Dont worry, I'll be back soon enough, we both know that." Jasmine was the only one I ever talked to, but even then it wasn't much.

Maybe if Jasmine was my councilor I might be getting some where.

Ok, so, Johns nice, but I can read people easily. He's fake. I know he really wants to just snap my neck.

Jasmine is just naturally nice and light hearted. Plus, Jasmine, understands, like really. I'm not supposed to know, but Jasmine had a life alot like mine when she was young. She got over her depression though. She was a lot more cooperative than I am.

I will miss Jasmine though. But I'm not exited about the new foster home. I haven't had a decent one ever.

"Dont say that, maybe this one will be different." Jasmine said.

I just shook my head and started to grab my stuff, my few out fits, my I pod, my head phones, but I waited till Jasmine left to grab my pocket knife.

I didn't have much, I didn't really use much. Music was my life, nothing else really. I was busy with counseling, therapy and all of that other stuff people insisted that I needed.

"Nico?"

I turned to see Jasmine in the door way.

"They're here."

I nodded and slipped on my old beat up black convers and grabbed my small pile of possessions.

I quickly grabbed my small Hades figure from Bianca. I slipped it in my pocket, grabbed my combat boots and followed Jasmine out the door.

I saw a family of three, A mother, she had shoulder length bleach blond hair with lime green eyes that where obviously fake contacts and a face caked with make up. I wanted to gag, she wore a hot pink crop top (ew! Crop tops are disgusting any way, but she's a mom!) and jeans. there was a boy who looked a little older than me, he had short blond hair that spiked in the front, blue eyes and a small scar on his lower lip, he wore a high school jacket with a blue t shirt and jeans. Finally there was a girl, she looked my age, she had spiky black air with electric blue highlights that matched her electric blue eyes, she wore a Green Day t-shirt, (I already love her) ripped black skinny jeans and combat boots. She wore thick black eye liner and mascara, but it didn't look fake and slutty, it looked great, fitting her style perfect. But, I can't get attached, I can't even let her in a bit.

"Nico this is the Graces. Magen Grace, Thalia, and Jason." (( I couldn't remember the moms name!))

I nodded as they smiled at me.

Magen stuck her hand out for me to shake, but I refused.

Jasmine shot me an apologetic look before turning to Magen.

"Mr. Grace, your sure you want to take Nico in?"

Oh, that's why she's apologizing, its time for, "the speech." asking if she really wants to take in a child like me. This aggravates me very much, but she has to ask.

"Your aware he is, troubled, yes? He has had a terrible past and is suffering the after affect."

"Yes " Magen stated planely.

"Ok, well, remember, he has counseling twice a week, group therapy every-" blah blah blah, I wasn't listening to all of the stuff wrong with me again.

"Alright." Magen said.

"One last thing," Jasmine handed her the bag of all of my medications. "Theres a paper in the bag, listing when he has to take what."

She nodded.

I turned to Jasmine, half ready to wrap her in a good bye hug. But of coarse, I didn't. I'd be back soon enough any way.

"Alright, bye Nico." Jasmine smiled at me.

I smile back, and followed to Graces out the door and away from, "Chareils Orphanage For the Troubled Teen." where I was sure I would be coming back to soon.

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