About two years from now...... I was taken into custody. Not for doing anything reckless or so but because no one wanted me in their lives.
It all started when my mom was to say simply long gone.All I had was a lousy old silver pendant and a vintage, lace, baggy piece of cloth in my hand to keep in mind that this is no dream and I was really born to a mother and, the only way I could escape this shit was to wait until God decided to put an end to my life. Still, I can remember her voice and odd or so, I'm supposed to remember to appreciate the fact that I remember her voice and its supposed to be a treasured memory. What happiness is indicated in such... treasure is supposed to make people happy but this so-call treasure only made my heart feel like it was falling a 10000000000000000000000000 feet well slowly and briskly than ever.After my mother had left without her goodbyes and kisses I was looked after by my father and grandmother. Although I didn't feel looked after, sometimes my head would spin me back and forth until I had only my hands to stop me from falling into crusted steel.
My dad was a drug addict, I bet he never knew what it felt like to be walking straight and have his eyes looking directly at what he's supposed to be looking at and never what it felt like to be sober. He woke drunk, he ate drunk, he worked drunk and he slept drunk, I didn't understand how his body was taking soo much of the horrible poison. He looked cadaverous like he was going to die in a few seconds but he never did. My grandmother didn't seem to have a microscopic bit of spirit. All she did was stare at the far horizon as if there was someone waiting for her out there. I was rather scared to be with her because who knew what she would do, what was possibly going on her mind, what those alarming eyes were looking at... only the Gods above knew because we never stood a chance.
We lived a house away from the casting shade of the two hills, I never saw much outside the gates only because I knew soo little about what tours outside them it was just that I was afraid to face them you might have thought my peeps didn't let me go, but no, that wasn't the reason at all it was because of the solecism of the outside world.
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Teen Fictionthis is basically....the story of any street human...suffering from what life has to present to them...a life of endless secrets and a whole lot of cover up just to save them selfes from taunts.
