Black gift

Meg

As I open the old door of my house I walk in and without looking at her I rush into my room.
-Emily where were you?Emily?
I stop and turn around." It's non of your business "I shout. I can see anger waving in her green eyes." How dare you talk to me like that?after all the things I've done for you!" She says.
-I talk to you anyway that I want.and stop saying all the things you have done all the time.it makes me sick.nobody forced you to do it.you aren't my mom
-if it wasn't for your mom, I've made u leave this house by now.you rude girl.
She turns around and leaves.maybe I must be sad now.or maybe I must feel ashamed.but nothing. It's like she doesn't exist in my life. Her name is Meg.she says she knew my mom and my mom told her to take care of me. I don't believe her. I don't care who she is or why I am living with her. She is almost 40 years old. I don't know why she is still alive. Here most people die at their thirties. Some kind of illness causes that. People like to look at it as a new life. It's silly. The illness has nothing except death. I think it's a nice one. You know under 18 year olds are amune. But as soon as you turn 18 it rushes into your life. Like a curse. I call it the black gift. It's a gift you have to accept. There is no running away from it. It's a gift that becomes your life and then in blink of an eye it takes all of it.