Jake

Alone. No one to help you, listen to you, love you.

Your family doesn't accept you, doesn't even want you. The only reason they keep you is so they can have their own, personal punching bag, and if you rebel, it will only get worse.

Bruises cover your arms, back, body and heart.

Secrets are hidden deep inside you, showing everyone you are perfectly fine.

You feel hopeless, unwanted, unloved.

You just want to scream, let everyone know you are not fine.

Your family is far from perfect and so are you.

 

They look at me like my life is picture perfect. Popularity that I don't see or even care about. Big sports star, that I only do to get my anger out. Great grades just like am ordinary person whi actually tries. A wonderful "girlfriend" that every girl is jealous of, who's not even my girlfriend, even if she was straight.

"Jake Johnson! This great looking junior with surfer blonde hair, and deep blue eyes you can get lost it. His smile is sexy," they say in the halls or when a new person ask's who i am.

Jake Johnson, an ordinary guy with longish blonde hair, blue eye's and an ordinary smile. That's all I am, and too my family, I am no one. They think my younger brother, Chris, should be the one with all the attention. Everyone wants short, brown, curly hair and eyes.

You know that sayig, " If you have brown eyes, you're full of s**t,"? Yeah, that goes for him. He can get away with almost everything, especially lying.

"Mom! Jake broke the vase!"

"You little s**t!" She's yelling, stumbling out of her smoke covered room. Tripping over her own feet, as she's about an inch from my face.

"Look what you did!" She slurs her words, and the smell of alchol over powering, it nearly knocks me over. ]

"No wonder your father doesn't want anything to do with you! Wait till Shawn gets home."

As she walks away, Chris just stands there laughinh. "Nobody wants you."

I'm cleaning up the broken glass, when the door slams behind me. Shawn is mumbling something as he is digging in the refridge to get his normal, everyday beer.

"What the f**k did you do now?"

"Umm..tripped." I tried so mumble, but his hand is pulling the back of my neck like you would do to a dog.

"Why do you have to be such a damn cluts? Jesus, it's like you don't know how to walk dumbass."