This is a story that I'm writing with AdamGontier. I'm really excited about it, and I think you will like it. One of us will put the first chapter up tomorrow!
Here is the first chapter, I modified it a bit from it's rough draft Lindsey, I hope it's okay. Me and Lindsay worked really hard on this plot. ><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< Jackson's POV. I turned the key into the rusty nob of my front door, and the door creaked as I opened it. My house was not taken care of as it should be. I walked in and saw my mother frantically searching around for pots and pans. She always cooked us dinner after school. She was looking more and more frail everyday, and I was happy about it. She treated me and my siblings horribly. She yells at us incessantly, and makes us do everything except this one meal. She leaves most of the time, none of us know what she's doing. We don't know what she could be doing when she's so frail and weak all the time; probably from exhaustion. "Jackson! Come and help me damn it!" "No." I said sternly as I walked upstairs to my room. My room was horrendous, the carpet was stained, the walls were scratched and faded, the window was cracked, and the only thing I didn't have on the floor was my clothes because I didn't have many of them. The room was very dismal and dark. My bed was stained from the blood of my many attempts at suicide that failed so many times. I hated being stuck here, but I had nowhere to go. My dad was always drunk and unstable, and the rest of my family doesn't want me. "AHHH!" I scream as I punch my wall. I was angry most of the time, and only happy when I'm at school away from my parents. My teachers say I have a malignant attitude that needs to stop, but frankly, I don't care. "Jackson!? What was that!?" My mother called. "Nothing!" I shouted. Being stuck in a messy house, with a shady mother who doesn't tell you anything, many siblings, and a dad who is not even there is tough. I hate the sheer thought of living anymore, and no one can change that. I don't have a reason to live as far as I'm concerned. I wish my dad at least lived here still. I'm that one depressed kid I suppose, and cannot change. Sometimes I feel invisible, as if people see right through me. As if people don't notice me, go right through me, I feel . . . transparent.
This is amazing. So much better than my original draft. I'll start coming up with a rough draft for the second chapter. I'll show it to you later.
Err It's okay.. I don't really know the plot yet... :/ Love how you guys are doing it *together*! (comments from myself, kept to myself)
Jackson's POV "Dinner!" my mom yelled. My siblings and I trudged down the stairs. We walked into the kitchen, greeted by my mother's scowling face. She disgusts me. My oldest sister, Alyssa, cleared her throat, to get my attention. She nodded her head towards the counter. The pills. My mother was addicted to them, yet another one of her flaws. I stared at the orange bottle. I slowly walked over to the counter. My siblings hold their breath as my mom stared at me with her piercing eyes. I took a deep breath, and I picket up the bottle. I threw it across the room, and stormed outside. I screamed out loud, because I couldn't take it anymore. Mu mother stormed outside, and strutted over to me. She raised her hand to slap me, but just as she was about to make contact with my face, I grabbed hold of her wrist. "I'm done," I yelled, as loud as I could. I couldn't take it anymore. I ran inside, and into my room. I locked the door behind me.
I packed up my clothes frantically, not stopping for a second, wondering what to do. I could go to my dad's, if he would not beat me. He's always drunk though, and his once beautiful heart and mind were tainted and poisoned by that devil's juice called alcohol. That dreadful substance has ruined a once beautiful man. A man who would take care of anyone, love anyone, and not judge anyone. A man with a capacity to love people would die to have. Now he's violent, enraged by the substance which was once his occasional celebratory drink. He's mean, and can not control his emotions. I know he would break down and cry if he could without judgment. It may be taking a chance, it may be crazy, I may be making a big mistake, but it's the only chance I have. I have to go to my dad's. I haft to take this risk, and get out of the clutches of my horrifyingly mean mother. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Short, but my head is killing me. So, this is all I can give for now.
I took out a pen and some paper. I scribbled down a few words, to let them know where I will be. My note read: I have left, and I will not be coming back. I truly will miss you, and I wish things hadn't come to this. ~Jackson The note was for my brother and sisters, not for my mom. I could care less about that disgusting woman. I can't wait to finally get out of her clutches. I took out my cell phone (my only possession that only made calls) and dialed my father's number. I hesitated to press send. I finally worked up the courage, and pressed the small green button. He answered on the first ring, just my luck. I could sense that he was drunk, just by the sound of his voice. I told him everything. After I finished, I started to cry. He told me he would secretly pick me up tomorrow, in the morning when I was supposed to leave for school. I got into my bed, and tried to fall asleep. I couldn't. I just stared at the dry, cracking walls, and thought, this might be my last night in this house. I closed my eyes, and the next time I opened them, it was morning. ><><><><><><><><><><><><><> what will happen next?