Lucky Star (Haitus,,,)

Newspaper boys

   "You make my life so much harder!" Mom? "I hate you! I wish you were never born! You son of a bitch!" Mom... "You attract nothing but bad luck, that's why I can never be friends with you," why, I thought we were friends.. "Hey look at this looser! Whoops looks like the milk carton slipped out of my hands, must be bad luck, HAHAHA!" I hate you.."You should really stop blaming other people for your problems," I HATE YOU "You'll always be lonely, you sad fuck," I HATE YOU!

   I woke up, shaking and crying. A jumble of old memories flooding back. I tried to keep them back, but it was futile. I cried into my pillow, trying not to be too loud in the process.

   I remembered as a kid sitting in my room on weekends not coming out, too scared to come out. My mother did not like me, she had gotten pregnant at 16 and had me. My father only stayed around till the day I was born, he disappeared afterwards. My bad luck didn't make it better, she believed it rubbed off on her and that I was the reason nothing was going right for her. Some days I'd wonder if that were true.

   She used to hit me and yell at me that everything was my fault. I'd stay in my room when she'd come home and tried not to make any noise in hopes she'd forget I was alive. It never worked.

   It didn't stop at home unfortunately. A few accidents here and there and your labeled as, the "Bad Luck Kid". Kids would cause an accident and blame it on my bad luck. I would come home covered in dirt and cuts. The friends I did have eventually left me behind as well because they too feared my bad luck would rub off on them too.

   Nobody cared. I was truly alone.

   Eventually, my mother had had enough and drove me to a little town where my Nana lived. She shoved me against the door and walked away. She left me there not bothering to tell me goodbye. I hadn't heard from her since then.

   Nana saw me on the porch and took me in. She saw the scars and bruises that my mother had left, I think she pitied me. She tried to make me as happy as she could.

   I told her about my bad luck and that she should stay away from me. She told me, "Everyone has bad luck, but it does not define who they are. If you let it consume you, it will only get worse. So be the best person you can be."

   Nana was the only person who treated me so kindly.

   I stared at my wrists. There is nothing keeping me attached to this world other than my Nana. If I lost her, it would be the end of the world.

   I moved my eyes to the clock on my nightstand. 4:56 a.m. I sighed, grabbed my phone, and turned on my other side. I wonder if I can live up to Nana's expectations. I proceeded to search the internet until I drifted off to sleep again.

•••••

   "Rise and shine!" A voice boomed as a ray of light hit my eyelids. I groaned trying not to curse at the brightness of the room. I slowly opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. Still trying to adjust.

   "Come on, Oliver! You have to get moving, we have to meet the Naki's at 8!" Nana yelled from downstairs. I turned my head and looked at the time, it read 7:11 a.m. I still had about 49 minutes to get ready. I got out of bed. "Another day," I mumbled to myself.

   After doing everything I needed to in the bathroom, I went back into my room to choose my outfit. I stared at my closet, unsure of what to wear. I decided to go with a white t-shirt and black shorts with a cargo belt. I looked in my long mirror. My fit reminded me of a character from the movie I was supposed to see yesterday. Yesterday.