I'm Vivian I like to be called "v" or "vivi" let me tell you some background of my twisted life. My dad walked out on me, my little
brother and my mom.And ever since that my mom has been drinking and going drugs an addict you can say. I guess it just takes the pain away. She blames me for the reason that he left. He would abuse my mom and she never did anything about it until he hit my little brother a couple of times that's when I had enough I threatened him with a knife to his throat. Probably not the best idea since my little brother was there when I did that , I just hope it didn't scar him for life. He called me crazy and started packing his things his last words to my mother were "you can thank her". So that's why she blames it on me. Anyways let's skip to the part where I get taken away from my family. Because my mom was always high and in another dimension she didn't take care of us and since I'm 16 I can work. I missed lots of school and they sent someone to check up on us they found drugs that my mom kept so me and my little brother are in different foster homes while my mother is in jail. Welcome to my life.
"You will have your own room" I'm cut off from my thoughts by my foster family well not family.All I can manage to do is smile in response. We finally arrive to this huge house I mean it looked like a castle.
"Ummm where is the restroom? I need to shower" I ask the foster people.
"It's in your room sweetie" they answer
I get my clothes and head for the shower as the water hits my skin, brown water falls off my skin and not because the water was dirty but because of my makeup. And not just makeup on my face but also on my body. I use it not because I need it not because I'm insecure I use it to cover my bruises my mother gave me from when she would come home drunk ready for a fight. Bruises start to appear as the makeup disappears. I never realized how much bruises I had until now. On my left wrist I have a tattoo of my mothers name you probably think I'm crazy because she's a crazy abusive addict but she wasn't always like that, before she was like any other mom overprotective and all. And on my other wrist I have my boyfriends name well he passed away due to a drunk driver. So at least I have a little part of him to remember.
