Freedom
Damien's Story Part 1
Damien at 16:
I sit on my single twin bed, I stare at the blood on the plain white sheets from cutting myself. I came back to the foster care center a few days ago, the family saying they were unable to take care of me. I know their real reason, they hate me. They hate me like every other foster family that I have been with. They just get stuck with me and can't wait for the day till they can get rid of me. I look around my small room, they gave me my own room this time, which is something special for cases like me. Those who keep coming back. The lady here, Ms. Dorothy, tells me how I should behave and smile. But how can I smile when I keep being passed onto another family. My birth parents, all I know about them is that they left me at the hospital I was born at. They didn't even want me. Just like the other families. In two years I'll be 18, which means they have to kick me out of the system and I try to figure out life on my own. Besides, who wants a 16 year old when they can adopt a little kid.
I clean my wrist and wrap it up with a bandage, the people here don't know that I cut. I pull the blanket over the sheets to hide the blood stain, which I know they'll later on see. I'll just lie and said I popped a zit and that it bled and I decided to use the sheet to stop the bleeding. They'll believe it because their that stupid. I hear a knock on the door and I quickly pull my sleeve of my hoodie down to hide my wrist. Ms. Dorothy walks in, "Damien, we have a visitor. I need you to come down in the meal room." "Okay." A visitor means someone looking to adopt. I doubt they'll pick me. I follow Ms. Dorothy to the meal room, I skipped breakfast morning and I was starving. I shove my hands into my hoodie front pocket, "Damien. You need to dress better to make a better impression." They don't give me nice clothes to begin with. I walk into the meal room, and see the other boys around my age. I don't talk to any of them. A lot of them beat me up and Ms. Dorothy just says their being boys.
"He'll be here soon, so get you some lunch." "Okay." I grab some food from the food line, none of it looked appetizing. It never does actually. I get a seat at a empty table and eat, the other boys were talking, wondering who the visitor was. "Boys, our visitor today is Matt Flyzik, I expect all of you to behave." Odd how its only a guy. Maybe his wife didn't want to come. I watch Matt talk to all of them, he just smiled at them and talked. I didn't bother getting up. Thirty minutes pass and I'm bored out of my mind. I just want to get back up to my room. I close my eyes and lean back in my chair. "Hey." I open my eyes and see Matt smiling down at me. "Hi." "Can I sit down?" "Whatever." Matt sits down across from me and he stares at me a bit. "I noticed your wrist earlier. I hope those cuts weren't recent." My eyes go wide and I realize that my sleeve was showing my wrist. I quickly pull it down and pull my hood over my head.
"You won't tell them, right. You can't tell anyone." "I promise I won't. But why did you cut yourself?" "Psh, its not the first time I done it. Its normal to me." "But why do you cut?" "I hate it here. I hate my life. I been in foster care since I was born for all I know." "What's your name?" "Damien." We have to answer every visitor who comes, we don't have a choice. "Damien, I like it. Hey Damien, what are you into?" "Mainly music, which Ms. Dorothy makes sure I don't have access to. But I always manage to listen to it when I can." "What kind of music?" "Punk mainly, Nirvana which is grunge." "That's cool, I listen to the same music." I look up at him oddly. "Really?" "Yeah, I love punk music." Looking at Matt, I can tell he did. "So what's your main dream." "To get the fuck out of here." Matt smiles at me and laughs a bit, he studies me a bit more. "Nice meeting you Damien." "Cool." Matt walks off and some of the other boys quickly walk over to me. "He's never gonna choose you." "Yeah, your to weird to be picked." "Yeah whatever."
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"Damien, I need you to come in my office," Ms. Dorothy came to my room. Its been five days since Matt came and we haven't heard a answer yet. I follow her into her office and I stare in shock, seeing Matt standing in the room. He smiles at me, "um. Why am I here?" "Matt, would you like to tell him?" "Sure, Damien. I have been looking to adopt a son for a year now, and I have made no connections with anyone. Your the only who's slightly similar to me and I think I had a connection with you when we met." "So what are you saying." "I'm saying, I want to adopt you." I stare at Matt in shock, Matt wants to adopt me? "Isn't this wonderful Damien?," Ms. Dorothy says way to brightly. "Matt has already filled out the paper work, you can gather your stuff and be on your way." Ms. Dorothy can't wait to get rid of me, I will no longer be her problem.
"Okay." "How about you invite Matt yo help you gather your things." "Um, sure." Matt follows me to my room, "your joking right. Are you just really fostering me." "No, I was serious. I'll tell you why in the room." "Okay." We get to my room and Matt looks around, "small." "I'm a special case." I close the door and grab my suitcase. I didn't have a lot. "Damien, before you pack up. I want to talk to you why I thought we had a connection." I look up at him curious. "You see, when I was a teenager, I had cut myself as well. The only thing that calmed me down and to drown out the shit that was in my life was music. Of course music for me when I was teenager was different, but its still the same. When you said you love music, and by the new bandage on your wrist, I knew music is your escape as well." I stare at him, holding my breath. He gets me. He's the first adult to ever get me. I started tearing up and I don't know why but I quickly hug him, burying my face into his chest. He wraps his arms around me and holds me, I start crying and he rubs my back. "Its okay, your safe with me," he whispers in my ear.
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We get to a very tall building made of grey stone, there was only a few windows and one door. "What kind of hell hole is this?" Matt laughs, "its where I live. You'll like it." I get out of the car and look around, it looks nice here. Matt grabs my suitcase and locks the car. I follow him to the building and walk inside with him. It looked like we were in a main lobby, there was a front desk, a woman was working. "Hello Judith." "Hello Mr. Flyzik. Did you have a nice trip." "I did." There was one elevator, weird how there's one elevator for one building. There was some couches in the lobby as well. "And who is this?" "This is Damien, my adopted son." She smiles at me, "well welcome Damien." I hear the ding of the elevator, "Damien come along." I quickly follow Matt into the elevator and it closes. "She's nice." "She is," Matt smiles to himself. I lean against the wall and look around, fancy elevator. I hear the elevator ding and slowly stops. The door opens and I see it was a suite. "Are all the rooms set up like this?" Matt laughs, "no, just this one. This is my suite, we're on the top floor." I walk around, it was huge and fancy. "Go choose a bedroom, there's three empty."
I walk down the hall and see four doors, I'm guessing one is Matt's. I choose a room and open the door, it was huge. "Matt how big is this suite!" "Its the whole floor!," Matt yells back. Holy crap. Matt is rich. I walk in, there was a huge bed that looked really comfortable. I run over and jump onto the bed, laughing a bit to myself. The bed is so comfy and soft. "Enjoying the room?," I hear Matt laugh. I look up at him, smiling a bit. I haven't been happy before. "Yeah, I am."
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Matt ended up buying me a lot of my favorite band posters, CD's, band shirts, skinny jeans, Converse and Toms, everything that I always wanted. He even got me my own laptop and iPod. I only been here for two weeks and I feel at home because of Matt making me feel wanted for once in my life. I hear a knock on my door, "come in!", I was busy playing online games. "Damien, we are having a few friends over for dinner tonight." "Okay." "Their already here." "What!?" Matt laughs, "you look fine come on." I get out of bed and put my laptop to sleep. I check my hair real quick and follow Matt out to the living room. I see a man and a girl who looked around my age. Damn she's hot. "Damien, this is one of my good friends Garret and his daughter Emma." Emma smiles up at me, her cleavage slightly showing. I couldn't help but stare and Emma laughs a bit. "Damien, how about you show Emma your room. She's into the same bands as you." I love a girl who's into the same bands. "Sure." Emma gets up and follows me to my room, we go in my room and Emma looks around.
"Wow, I love it." I couldn't help but stare at her. I close my door and sit on my bed. Emma sits down by me, "you sure your dad is okay with this?" "Of course, my dad and Matt are close friends." She slides her finger tips onto my knee and I stare at her. "Your really cute Damien," Emma whispers and runs her fingers up to my thigh and I back away a bit. "What's wrong Damien?" "I-I don't know." "That's so cute, your shy." She slides over to me and holds my chin, "Damien have ever had a girlfriend?" "N-no I never been with anyone." "Have you ever been kissed," Emma whispers against my lips and I close my eyes. "N-" She cuts me off and presses her lips against mine, I slowly kiss her back and she slowly pushes me down to lay on my back. I don't know what to do, Emma seems really experienced. She rubs her hands down my chest and straddles me, "do you like that Damien," Emma whispers near my ear. I nod slightly and I feel her kiss my neck. "E-Em-" "I love hearing you stutter." "W-wait stop." "Why? I thought you loved it." "Just please stop." Why is Emma acting like this, we literally just met.
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"Matt, I have to tell you something," I say while looking down at my food. "What is it?" I let out a sigh and close my eyes, "me and Emma made out in my room." I slowly look up at Matt, he didn't seem mad. He smiles to himself and shakes his head, "what?" Matt didn't even seem shocked. "Lets just say, Emma likes to do that with new guys she meets." "Why?" "Lets just say.... you can call her something." Huh.
OMG!!! WHat happened to Zack?!?!
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