Never standing alone!

Chapter 1

If you have ever been told to be careful what you wish for, take note. Hi I'm Crystal. Being me is what you would call a life from hell, and well its true. I used to live with my parents, we all loved each other, we were one big happy family and my life was perfect. That is until two years ago. we were going to the Canary islands for our annual holiday. Our flight was delayed because of a late arrival, but when we finally got on the plane, it was an eight hour flight from the airport in Mississippi.

Flashback

"Crystal sweetheart wake up, it's time to get on the plane." gently shaking my shoulder, my mum smiles and stands up with my dad while I sleepily yawn before stretching. We all walk to the plane and get on board. The seats on the plane have small screens on the back in case the kids get bored, but I don't take much notice of them and what is on. My dad is sat on his laptop playing solitaire whilst my mum is listening to music on her iPod. I have no signal on my phone so I just sit and stare out of the window and down at the people below running around like headless chickens finding the right plane. The last thing I remember was me nodding off on my dads arm, then being jerked awake by screaming people a few hours later. My mum was handed three parachutes to strap onto ourselves. I tried to strap it on but to no avail, it didn't help being thrown around by turbulence and lack of elbow room. so my dad helped me instead of putting his on properly. I look over to my mum for reassurance but she is leaning across to help an elderly couple strap on their parachutes. screaming people is all I can hear so trying to shout out to for my dad to hear is hard.

"Daddy, what's going on?" Instead of answering me he pulls me closer and covers my ears.

End flashback

That's all I remember, I must have hit my head pretty hard, but how I survived I will never understand. after that I had to be taken care of by my aunt Teresa and uncle Albert, the only time they have been kind to me is after I came out of hospital and a nurse had to stay with me twenty-four seven, and because I was bed-bound they brought me a notepad to write in. Once she left aunt Teresa made me sleep in the attic room, (which had no heating by the way), she also made me do all the chores around the house. I tried to put up with it but one day I just snapped and had to get out of there. So I took the photo of my mum and dad I took at the airport before I fell asleep on the plane and my notebook, not to mention how many pens I took from my uncles study drawer. They wouldn't bother looking for me so I didn't have to worry about hiding from the police.

I tried to find a job, but of course no one would take me. I found a small abandoned house and lived there for about two weeks, but a gang of drug dealers told me to beat it otherwise they would use me for their amusement you know what I mean? Obviously I did not stick around, and well, that brings us to now. My mum always told me not to dwell in the past so oops, sorry mum. I'm writing this from the library door step trying to stay out of the stormy weather.

It's not all bad, but the one thing that really bothers me is the disgusted looks I get every now and then. Well sorry, but I didn't exactly want to be homeless, most people think that homeless people are drug dealers, alcoholics, or prostitutes. A guy in a suit on the phone, walks past me and throws an empty wrapper to me and I just feel like punching his teeth out, so that's my cue to start moving again and find something to eat. Seeing as I don't have any money to buy a real meal, I have to go and find an old dumpster around the back of a Chinese restaurant. Making my way down the street I find the most delicious smelling Chinese take-away and go around the back, to my take-away. Like normal the sight of dead rats, old food sprouting little balls of green fuzz and not to mention the stench almost makes me want to go without food tonight, but I force myself to stay. I can feel the saliva gathering in my mouth, warning me that my stomach is going to release its contents but changes his mind. I rummage around and find an un-opened sandwich that went out of date two days ago, but that doesn't bother me, so I leap down and run out of the alley faster than my brain could comprehend. As I opened the packet and a cloud of a tuna smell emitted from the sandwich, but the actual sandwich looked like someone had chewed it up and spat it back into the packaging. Well, bon apétit. As it slides down my throat the it leaves a taste worst than the smell, like I had eaten someone's socks that they wear to the gym. now its just a matter of time until it comes back up.