Saint Vincent's

written by Polecat

Disclaimer: This disclaimer goes for the entire story. I do not own any of the characters from Newsies, they belong to Disney. I am making no money from doing this. All original characters belong to their rightful owners. I only own Polecat, she's poor, so don't sue her.

Warnings: The following story will contain slash. If you cannot handle boys kissing boys, please do not read any further. The story will also contain sexual situations, humor and talk. There will also be talks of suicide attempts, drug use, self inflicted injuries and violence. This is a reform school for juvies, these things happen. If you cannot handle any of the above mentioned, please do not read on. Story is rated PG-13, though it probably should be R and may eventually be raised to that.

Note: Here is my St. Vins rewrite.
All my notes on the other fic are locked up on a CD that I cannot get to 'cause my sister has not returned them to me (as of yet). So I'm trying to remember things from the original St. Vins from memory (and my memory is a bit wonky). But, this is a rewrite, so things will be a bit different as well.

Please read on and enjoy.

Chapter One: Seeing Red

All I can see is red. I can't even remember why I'm so pissed at her. It's something though, it's always something with her. She probably brought home another perfect report card and rubbed it in my face how much better at school she is than me. It was something alright, I just can't fucking remember. All I can see is red. It's like this tint that is over everything. I'm yelling at her, I can't even understand what I'm saying, it's just loud and angry. She's yelling back, she always yells back. She doesn't even look scared. I would be if I were her, if she knew that I'm mad enough to kill. She won't shut up, god make her shut the hell up. Shut up Sarah, just shut up! I'll get her to stop. Not scared of me? How about now. That's right, I have a knife, what you gonna do? Go ahead, call Mom and Dad, what are they gonna do? I'm really good at darts, wonder how good of an aim I have at knife tossing?

Oh. Shit. I did it. I threw the knife. Sarah's on her knees holding her left ear. She's crying. Mom is screaming. Dad's on the phone. Why the hell is he on the phone? There's Les, wow, he looks scared. Heh, he peed himself. Mom's hugging him and Sarah. I can't think. My brain feels numb. I don't see red anymore. I hear the door break open and lots of shouting. I just stand there. I feel hands shove me to the ground and pull my hands behind my back. There's a knee pressing into the middle of my back. Wow, that hurts. I try to struggle but an elbow is pressing down on the back of my neck. I'm pulled to my feet and I see the look of fear across my entire family's face. I give Sarah a half smirk, 'fraid of me now aren't ya?

I'm dragged from the apartment and shoved into the back of a squad car. I don't know what's gonna happen now. I can't think. The numbness has spread from my brain to the rest of my body. I think I'm going to jail. I'm under age still, they can't send me to jail can they? Maybe I'm being brought to juvie. Wow, who'd have ever thought of Davey Jacobs as a juvenile delinquent? Shit. I'm in deep shit now. Shit. Where are they gonna take me? There can't be any place worse than jail, can there?

Can there?

End of Chapter Note: So, thus ends chapter one of the rewrite. Love it? Hate it? Confused? Are you left wanting more? Do you have a deep desire for a cheeseburger? Well, review and tell me your thoughts. I can probably help with all, 'cept the cheeseburger thing.