Everything First started when i was born my mother miracle gave birth to me September 15, 1997 I was a chubby caramel baby with a full head of hair. My dad john always held me i was for sure daddy's girl. I had a happy little family. I Grew up to be a very beautiful little girl, My years was flying by quick next thing i know i was four, my parents weren't the happiest they always argued. As a kid you don't pay attention to those kind of things. The years kept flying by pretty fast and next thing i know i was six years old growing up in a fucked up environment, My father was back and forth from home always high or drunk, My mother was pretty much the same it was also my dad fault why she was this way. I didn't even know what crack was except it was white. It was September 13 two days before my 7th birthday and my parents probably didn't even recognize because how high they been getting lately, I hated every bit of it. The next day early in the morning i jumped out of my twin bed forgetting i had toys all over the floor i tripped but i laughed at myself. I just couldn't wait to get surprised by my parents, every year there was surprises the day before my actual birthday. So i ran down the hallway to my parents room i didn't see them. I grinned and thought to myself "they must really have a big surprise for me". So i creeped to the living room their was nothing at all not a single toy or even my parents. I didn't bother to search anymore. But something in my head said "Darlene check the kitchen" so i did, i had this most uncomfortable feeling in my stomach, the more i walked slowly to the kitchen the more the feeling came. I reached the kitchen door i just stood there listening to the water boil on the stove. I finally walked in and my mom was laying on the ground beat up from head to toe and also with a needle sticking in her arm. I ran to her side instantly, hot tears running down my face. John was nowhere to be seen, i couldn't hear my mom breathing, her body even felt cold. I screamed realizing what was happening. Thank goodness we lived in four circles, i ran as fast as i could knocking on every door i seen, screaming at the top of my lungs "my mommy is hurt someone please help her". I was scared to approach my house i stayed outside until the police came.
