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Warning this chapter deals with minor self harm and if your easily triggered then take caution, nothing graphic.

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After three days of suspension and baby-sitting duty walking through those school doors was like switching out my problems. I kept my head down, trying not to stare back at the eyes watching me. I knew by know Jake had probably made up some story and everyone knew. I got to my locker and turned to open right as I felt something heavy crash into my back and wrapped their arms around my waist. I jumped, before turned around to a smiling brown eyed girl.

"Thank god your back, this place sucks without you," She said hugging me tightly.

I grinned, "Want an update?"

"Duh?"

"Well, Jack started crawling.. not Emma because apparently she's to good for that, and mom has banned Cas from entering the kitchen after he burned a mini pizza so bad dad thought it was a hamburger," I laughed. She grinned, letting her smile light up her eyes. I groaned mentally at myself, knowing that sounded stupid.

"OK here's yours... Jake told everyone at school you had a mental break down.. and everyone believed because well.. your..," She stuttered trying to find the right word.

"A foster freak," I said bluntly, earning a look of sympathy.

"Its not even a bad thing, I don't know why everyone makes a big deal about it," She sighed.

"Because of the movies, they always show the kids who are really screwed up, they never show the ones who are just there," I shrugged.

"Have you met any.. really screwed up ones.." She asked hesitantly.

I smirked," My brother. He's, well was. The poster boy for the troubled foster child," I shrugged.

"What about you," She asked.

"I was quiet, scared. I had.. have, nightmares, about some of the bad family's," I told her. I had one a few days after I got suspended, one about what my foster parents did after Dean would come home from a fight, only me in his place.

"I'm sorry," She told me gently.

"Don't be, I'll meet you in class," I mumbled, hoping to get away from this conversation. She nodded, pulling her ridicules pink back pack onto her shoulder and heading to class. I turned and headed for the boys bathroom, not really wanting to sit in the chair behind Jake.

When I got there I discovered it wasn't empty. Berry was there, washing off his wrist in the sink, a bloody wrist.

"Berry?" I asked hesitantly, making him jump. He scrambled to get his sleeve over his wrist, holding it behind his back.

"Hey Sam.. its Sam right?" He greeted nervously. I stepped closer, wincing at the pink stained sink.

"Berry what are you doing, you don't need to do that.. I can get the nurse.." I started, before he grabbed my arm.

"No! Sam please don't do that.. I'm fine please don't," He begged.

"Why.. why would you do that," I always wondered that, why people would hurt themselves. I saw a lot of that in group homes and foster homes, even Dean. But why would a kid like Berry.

"Just don't tell anyone please.. I remember what you did for me, I'm sorry you got suspended," He told me quietly.

I was quiet a moment before I spoke again, "Don't have many friend here yet huh," I asked him.

"Thanks for pointing out the obvious," He groaned.

"Well I only gave Gen, and she saved my butt on a play ground when I was eleven," I smirked, making him laugh a bit.

"Thanks for helping me by the way, and for acting like you have some humanity," He smiled.

I shrugged, "No big deal, just please don't do that again," I asked.

"Fine.. whatever, just don't tell anyone," He mumbled, brushing past me out into the hall. I knew he was going to do it again, not like I could stop him. I groaned, before sliding down with my back against the wall. Now that I think about it I would much rather be at home, baby sitting the twins even.

But I can't go home, there's nobody there. Dean and Cas are at school, and Mom and Dad are at there jobs. Dean.. I miss him. I miss when we went to the same school and I could freak out and he'd come get me from his class and then we'd skip school together and screw what our foster parents did.

I pulled out my phone, hoping I wasn't going to sound like an idiot.

"Hey Sam, whats wrong," Dean said over the phone. I could hear other kids so maybe my classes start early.

"I just.. I.. I feel stupid," I said at last.

"Are you OK, whats wrong," He insisted.

"I just want to go home, I hate it here," I mumbled.

"But you love school, remember your a genius," He assured me. I sighed, before looking down a the tiled floor.

"I'm sorry," I told him.

"For what?" He questioned. I didn't want to hear what he's been telling me since I was five. I didn't want encouragement. I wanted my brother, my old brother. Who would be half way over here already and we'd skip school screw the consequences, I missed Dean.

I hung up the phone, leaving him hanging. I didn't care he'd get over it. What I knew was I couldn't go to school today. I couldn't. Maybe I could be home schooled. Great I haven't even run into Jake yet and I feel like crap.

I got up from the floor and walked out of the bathroom and out of the building. Gen would get over it too, hopefully she'd understand.

It was Tuesday, Tuesdays sucked. But they meant my Dad was off work, not John. My real dad. I walked all the way to his house, knocking on the door.

The door opened and unless something horrible had happened to my father, it wasn't him. It was a girl, with light blond hair and blue eyes, not much older than me.

"Who are you," She asked.

"Who are you first?" I questioned.

"I'm Grace, now who are you," I insisted.

"I'm Sam, why are you here," I asked, getting sick of dodging questions.

"My mom's here with her boyfriend, your turn," She smirked.

Great.. great. Where's a hole I can crawl into.

"Tell him his kid stopped by, tell him to tell my parents I'm alive," I mumbled, heading back down towards the street. She shrugged and closed the door.

Dean has Danny and the twins. Dad has a girl friend and apparently a new kid. Mom and Dad have each other. Cas has Gabriel.. who do I have anymore. Am I just Sam. There was one other person I knew who would even consider me a friend.

I pulled out my phone again.

"Bobby Singers."