The Riverside

Introduction

      My life is shitty.
Yes, I cursed in my own story. Do I care? No. I just want to make it through life and not get killed off by natural selection so if I want to curse I will.
It didn't used to be shitty, believe me. When I was younger, my parents were super happy and together. They had a beautiful house in the southern part if the suburbs and I went to Solly Elementary school down the road. I learned to ride my bike, played with dolls, ate candy and went on grand adventures with my parents. Life was great then. I was so happy and nothing could change that... so I thought.

I know this sounds like a pitty story but hang in there. This is just a backstory.

When I turned twelve, the day of my birthday, my mother died. Some idiot who decided to text and drive hit her while she was crossing the street.
Thats when my life started going down hill.
At that point I was super depressed. I no longer liked to eat very often, I had to fake my laugh and smile and act like everything was okay. It wasn't though. Nothing is okay about your mother dying.
My father started drinking heavily. He became violent. I could not get him to stop. 

He has beat me every day since the day I turned twelve. 

Nobody really notices that detail though. I cover up my bruises and my scratches and go about my day some how. I cannot say I am okay, but I can say I will survive. I live for my mother. 

My mother was such a kind caring person. She loved everyone. She made community gardens and donated to non-profit organizations often. She gave money to the homeless and made sure my friends and family were well fed and supported even if they had done her wrong. 

I aspire to be my mother regardless of my life. 

My father relocated us after my 15th birthday. We moved to the country side of Washington, about 30 miles away from a town called Spokane. We moved to a secluded forested area where no one would be able to here us and we could start over. I thought it would get better, but my life only got worse. The abuse continued to get worse, and the drinking more heavy. my only escape right now was my new school, if you can consider it an escape. 

I am 16 now. Being home schooled for a year, this is truly my first day at school. I had not met anybody and I was absolutely terrified. Although this is not the subject or theme for this story, this is where my story begins. 

By the way, my name is Alex.