The Shaprest Lives...Part 1 (Please Read!!!)

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The Shaprest Lives...Part 1 (Please Read!!!)

“Here we are!” My mother shouted as we pulled into our new home. We just moved to Belleville, New Jersey. I grunted from the back seat, just wakening from a long slumber. We had drove all the way here from California, and don’t get me wrong, I have always loved New Jersey, but I didn’t want to be here.

I climbed out of the car, pulling my iPod out of my pocket and putting in my headphones. I blasted My Chemical Romance and tried to ignore the fact that my Aunt, Uncle, and Grandparents were going to be here in a few hours to see the new house.

The movers had already moved in our stuff, so I went up the winding staircase to the last room on the left. I re-arranged my furniture, putting my bed in the corner, nightstand next to it on the open-side next to where my head will be on that side, I on the wall at the foot of my bed was a small shelf, so I put my 32’’ flat screen (that I got from a drawing at my mom’s work) on it. I put all my clothes in my walking closet, and my bathroom things in my bathroom. My parents came about 2 weeks ago to paint everything, I told them to make my room a deep purple with black border, and sure enough they did.

Honestly I was surprised, you see my parents are not my parents, they are my foster parents. My real parents died in 9/11, I was only 5. I was then sent to an orphanage, and with absolutely no family that would claim me, I was taken in by Annabel and Joseph Lee. Joseph was a Minister at the Catholic church and English teacher for the High School, and Annabel was not only a Mister’s wife but a class A retail sales women. Great mix, right?

Well, I’m Dawn Riley Lee. My parents don’t approve of most of the things I do, but when you’re dealing with a Catholic Minister and his wife, you have to know how to make do.

Anyhoo, enough of the past! I finished covering my walls with all my millions of posters, Mainly My Chemical Romance, Falling in Reverse, Paramore, Evanescence, Batman, Spiderman, ect…
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(The 10pm)

“Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say. I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way. For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took, Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?” Rang from my phone, scaring the living shizzy outta me.it was 10pm and I was asleep while my family was here. But I had to get up, I was a night person, but the main reason I was awake was because I haven’t done my transfer homework for my new school.

I climbed out of bed, and looked in the mirror seeing me wearing my Welcome to the Black Parade t-shirt, red skinny jeans, black Batman converse, rainbow belt, and Spiderman hoodie. I shuffled to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and thick black and red streaked hair. I applied eyeliner and small amount of mascara. I grabbed my Kindle Fire, iPod & headphones, shoved my phone into my pocket, grabbed my old backpack and left my room, shutting the door behind me.i was always forced to do my homework in the living room.

Once I reached the bottom of the staircase, I was struck in the face. It took me a few seconds to register what had just happened. I seen my foster-father standing before me, my face was stinging…he had slapped me. Now my natural reaction would be to go into attack mode, but I knew I could not. So I settled for yelling.

“What the hell was that for!?” I tried not to shout to loud.

“For Lying!”

“About what? You sure your little wifey there isn’t making shit up!” I was struck again in the face, the opposite side.

“Don’t you dare speak about your mother that way! She deserves respect! You should know better, we raised you better! And do not curse at me young lady!”

“Just tell me what I lied about. Clearly I am not aware of this considering I don’t have a life.” I was only speaking the truth.

“You told your mother that you were done with all the drugs and alcohol and crazy parting. If that was true then why did we find this in your room!” He said, holding up a small bag of something that could be easily confused as drugs. I didn’t know what it was, how it got here, and why they thought I was into drugs.

My foster mom was clearly pretending to cry, and through her fake tears she said, “I thought we moved pass this Dawn. After your accident we have tried very hard to keep you safe and happy. Why would you do this to use!”

I can’t believe this is happening! After I found out I was adopted and that what really happened to my parents I went into sever depression. I was cutting and was hanging around with the wrong crowd. Then at one point I tried to end my life and O.D. on all kinds of different pills. I was walking down the stairs when the pills kicked in and broke my neck and back in several places, shattered my knee. I was on the Gymnastics team until my knee was replaced. But I NEVER used alcohol or those kinds of drugs! I have a problem woth being blamed for things didn not do, espeically since that all they ever do.

“You crazy ass bitch! Why are you trying to frame me! I did NOT USE DRUGS! EVER! NOT IN A MILLONS OF YEARS!!!!!!!!” My foster dad them beat the living tar out of me. This was normal behavior, by either one of them I would get beat one a day at least. Normally for me defending myself in a story the other made up.

When he was done, they left me be, at the end of the stairs. I dumped out my collage books, and put my kindle, drawing notebook, pencil, sharpener, colored pencils and a few other thing in my bag. I put my headphones in and ran out the door. I felt red hot tears begin to fall, I let them. I haven’t cried in awhile and needed too. I ran, and ran, and ran, not really looking where I was going. I slowed to a walk when I seen I was rather far away from my house.

I wasn’t paying to much attention as I was crossing the street, I looked at my phone seeing it was about 11:45pm. I knew I wasn’t going back, not until I really had to, because I knew at somepoint I did, but that point could wait. I looked up seeing car headlights, and realized I was in the middle of the road. I was to frozen to move, and then everything went black…

I awoke with a splitting head ache, I slowly opened my eyes, seeing the bright lights.

“Am I dead?” I said, realizing the voice came from me.
“No, not quite, Dear. You are very much alive, its good your awake.” The nurse said.

“Do you have anything for this head ache? Its killing me.” I chuckled at my lame joke. I wasn’t really the comedic type, but I try.

“Yes, I do. You have visitors, I believe the people who hit you are here to see you and apologize, would you like to see them while I go get the medication?”

“Why not…” I said, wondering who it could be. I didn’t like hospitals, but clearly I had no choice.

As I was wondering about this, and that and twiddling my thumbs, I seen I few figures standing in my door way. There was a slight knock, and I looked up to see the last people I would expect to see.......

My Chemical Romance, was standing in my doorway.