Brent Rosco has had a tough life, and it only seems to be getting tougher. After a series of unfortunate events occur, Brent is forced to start over in an unfamiliar town away from everything he has ever known. Will he take the opportunity to better...
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I was falling through the darkness, no end in sight, only black. Fear, sadness, and rage consumed me as I fell, and then nothing. I hit the bottom hard. Laying there struggling for breath, it seemed all was about to be lost, when suddenly there was a rush of warmth and light as the face of an angel materialized in front of me, blotting out the shadows. Her auburn hair sparkled with sunlight, and a calm washed over me that I had never experienced before. I reached out to touch her when the gritty sound of skateboard wheels gliding on pavement burned through my brain and jolted me out of the dream and back to reality. Startled from my unexpected slumber, I realized I had fallen asleep, sprawled out on a bench in McCarren Park in downtown Brooklyn.
"Jeeze Rosco, catchin' some flies over here?"
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, the remnants of the angelic girl of my dreams fizzling away, I squinted through the mid-day sunlight to see my buddy Cole hovering over me.
"Hey Cole, guess I was more tired than I thought. Had to get Cam off to pre-school this morning...Mom's using again."
Reluctantly, I pushed myself up to a sitting position and attempted to smooth out my messy black hair. It was the third time this week that I had to help my little sister get ready and out the door for the day. For awhile there, I was so hopeful things were finally going to be semi-normal in a home that was anything but. Unfortunately for me, these little blips of normalcy were always too good to be true, good while they lasted I guess.
Cole took a seat next to me and stretched out his long, brown legs, resting his board beside him. He gave me a sympathetic look and shook his head.
"Man, I'm sorry to hear about Mama Rosco. That shit ain't easy. You gonna do anything about it?"
"Like what? I've tried to get her to go to rehab, she just ends up pissed at me, and it's not like I have the money for that anyway. Plus, every time I flush her stash or try on my own to help her get back on her feet, my dumbass brothers just come over and bring her more drugs. I'm drowning man." As a wave of frustration rolled over me, I angrily gripped the edges of the park bench, my knuckles whitened. Cole put a hand on my shoulder to calm me down.
