The Staircase

A New House

Wassup Journal,

I was just fine in California, why did we have to move here? This eerie town, Alabama Cahawba. It's weird, and strangely silent all the time. There's no chirp of the crickets, no stars at night, and get this, we're out in the middle of no where, so it couldn't be light pollution. It's too freaky, and not to mention our house is old and has been around for centuries so it's practically falling apart, but for some reason mom thinks we can just "fix it up" and get a "fresh start" after dad left us. Well, I say dad but he was always away cheating or dealing with drugs. He was really abusive. I've always had to protect my little sister Aubrey, from him, when he was drunk or on crack, or something,he would hit my mother and I and try to go after Aubrey. I tried my best to never let him hurt her because I want a better life for her. She's just a little girl, only six and she doesn't understand all this yet but one day she will. I'm not sure I even understand, I know that there is no such thing as love, and that no one truly cares about you or your existence, you have to deal with life alone. If you have anyone with you they'll just sabotage you, because true friendship isn't a thing anymore. I used to have a best friend, her name was Ashley and she was pretty, really pretty. Dark brown hair, blue eyes, a perfect completion and cute little nose, she was super popular because of her bubbly, fake personality. She was actually a two faced, hypocritical, lying, self involved, bitch. I thought she was actually a good person until I found out she contacted a place for troubled families or whatever to get rid of me because someone said she thought I was trying to "steal" her boyfriend. She's practically the reason we're in this mess! When they found out, they showed up and tried to take Aubrey and I away to separate us into different families. So I took Aubrey and some money and left for a few days at an abandoned building a few streets away. When I came back home, mom had packed up our things and we left but she wouldn't tell us were we were going, in fact she wouldn't talk at all. She had been beaten up and immediately I had regretted leaving her alone with dad. We stayed at a hotel for almost three months until she left for a few days and came back telling us there was a divorce and that we were moving to Alabama. I didn't want to leave, I wanted to stay and show Aubrey how to make it in Cali as a teenager, but now I have to get used to a new life with a new house and strangers. I don't know my way around here so how am I supposed to help Aubrey when she gets older? I still have advice at least. I'm sixteen but I've done anything and everything bad, I don't really have an addictive personality so drugs weren't a thing that I was into. I've had a lot of boyfriends, so you kinda guess that part. I don't have friends, and I don't do rules very well, but I do really well in school, I'm an honor student, but not really well liked because people usually think I'm stuck up because I'm quiet or that I'm emo or whatever because of my style of clothes, and by the way, it's NOT emo. I wear black and white converse, skinny jeans, Jean jackets or beanies, fingerless gloves and knee high socks if I wear a skater skirt. I have black hair, green eyes, and a widish smile. Aubrey looks like dad, same black hair but Amber eyes, pale complexion, chubby cheeks, and she's tall for a six year old, like dad was tall. She's truly adorable, and she means a lot to me. I'm going to bed, I'll write tomorrow.