Why, Hello Happiness.

Oh Hello Happiness, I'm Not Available At The Moment. [1]

(Previously know as I Was Perfectly Happy Until You Came Along...Yes, I'm Lying You Idiot) So I started this story when I was in eighth grade. Now I'm in eleventh grade and am hoping to finish it. Please ignore the lack of grammar, plot development, etc. in the beginning. I am planning on editing it after I'm done with it :) I hope you enjoy it :D

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WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE

Do you ever feel like you're wasting your life? Like you have no purpose and you're just going to be trapped inside a box with nothing to do. Oh, and don't forget the pain of the temperature changes, the cramping of not being able to lie down, and occational suffocations from lack of oxygen. Sounds like a fantastic way to spend my time. Doesn't it?

My name is Brianna Lewis. You're probably wondering what I look like, so to start off, I have a long, so called "emo" style hair cut even though my personality is nothing compared to them. My hair color is a crisp black. I have very pale skin. I wear eyeliner on the bottom of my eyes. I am fairly skinny. I am about 5'4 in height. People would say I have a "stick" figure, but I don't really care.

I'm 17 years old, and I grew up in a town called "Purple Thread, Nevada." Most people haven't ever heard about it. There was a reason for that. Purple Thread was unlike any other city in the world. The only people you're going to meet, are creepers, stalkers, robbers, hookers, and criminals. To prove it, if you ever think about entering this gruesome shantytown, you should read the huge billboard with flashing lights quoting "There aren't any saints in the town." Trust me, you can't miss it. To specify my immoral life, I was born from a mother that was only 13 years old. Yeah, scary. At the time, she was dating a very "well-known" criminal, named Jack Lewis. He was only 14 when he met my mom at a party. He, of course taking advantage of the fact that she was drunk, gave her a "charming smirk", as my mother put it. Of course that was all it took to get her totally attracted to him. My mother then jumped on him, went into the back of the place, and theydecided to "have some fun."

It turned out that wasn't the end of it. My mother,Becky Resward, ran away from home, and would "have fun" with Jack countless number of times. Since they'd been doing it for months, Jack convinced her that he was "tired" of wearing a condom. I don't know about you, but that is the dumbest thing I have ever heard. But, she "loooved' him, so she didn't even have a second thought to her decision. A couple weeks later, my mom went to the store to pray that she wasn't pregant with me. Well, God obviously didn't listen to her. So, here I am, born from a "mistake". Bright move mother. Yep, here I am growing up in a home where all she would serve me would be a piece of bread. It doesn't help the fact that nobody knew about us. Not even the government. They didn't exactly come on "our side of the town." Hmm wonder why? It's out in the middle of no where, and no one, but the people who created it, knew it was there. I grew up with a population of 60 people. Everyone was either insane, a criminal, stupid, or all of the above.

Last year, my mother decided that I wasn't "behaving properly." Once I turned 13, she decided I was old enough to try drugs. I wouldn't try drugs as much as she did. And yes, I have done my share of bad things. But it wasn't my fault. I was naive and I didn't know what I was doing. So, that's when another one of her "brilliant ideas" came to place. She locked me in my room, and told me I would stay in there until I "learned my lesson."

Great mother, right? Tell me about it. The door slammed shut, as she continued to curse.

"You ungrateful sun of a bitch, fuckin' whore, Dirty little cunt for a daughter!!!!" She screamed, obviously trying to call me as many dirty names as she can in one sentence.

I felt my face getting hotter and hotter.

"FUCK OFF!" I screamed back. I ran as fast as I could to my tiny mattress I had for a bed.

I rubbed my head, as she continued to curse down the hall. I took a huge sigh, as I paced around my room.

I tossed and turned the idea of running away again. I'd been doing that for about 3 years now. Every time I tried to escape, I've been too chicken to do it. Well, you know what. I'm not scared anymore. I'm tired of all this shit she's put me through. All these years, I let her treat me like I was a piece of crap. I always had to remind her that I wasn't just a piece of crap, never-the-less her own daughter. I was surprised I was her daughter. I was nothing like her. All my fingers just kept pointing to the idea of running away. I knew it would just result to trouble. I knew it wasn't like I would find a home right off the spot. I would be homeless. I would barely have food. It all sounded horrible, but its not like life wasn't already horrible enough? It was the perfect opportunity to get away!!! It's decided. I'm doing it.

I ran over to the window. I pushed the lock up, and pulled as hard as I could. Of course, she locked the window....Darn it. Then, I suddenly remembered I had something very valuable inside my box of clothes. I jumped over to my closet, and started digging. When I was 8 years old, I found a bobby-pin laying on the street walking to the town store. I saw lots of people wearing them. I thought it would blend in with my black hair, so I kept it, thinking it would look good on me. Finally, it was made for an important use. I lifted up my white t-shirt on top of all my clothes, and there it was. Laying beautifully on top of my black AC/DC shirt. I smiled to myself. Damn, I'm actually doing this. I ran quickly to the door, since the keyhole of the window was outside.

Hmm....how do I do this? I examined the door and saw there was a keyhole. I stuck the bobby-pin inside, and started to turn it. I released it and I tried to open the door. It didn't budge. I tried again.....and again......and again. I soon got fed up with it, and stuck it in there once more, and tried to open it. Click. I gasped. I turn the door knob, and pulled gently.

I Opened It!!! I pulled the bobby-pin out of the door, and stuck it in my hair. I peeked in the hallway. I looked down into the living room, and saw my mother staring at the T.V, drinking a bottle of Jack Daniels. Figured. I slowly opened the door, making sure it wouldn't make any noise. I quickly stepped out, walking quietly towards my mother. The front door was just around the corner of where my mom was. I spotted the phone, only a few steps ahead of me on the floor. I quickly walked over and picked up the phone. I thought of a quick plan to call my mother's cell-phone, because I knew it was in the kitchen.

I heard a rumble of laughter, and things crash onto the ground!!!

My heart jumped. I looked over to where my mother was, as I saw she just broke the table. Smooth. I quietly dialed her number as I turned around the corner, where I saw that the door was just a few steps away. I quickly hid under the small table, right next to the door. Ring Ring Ring. I watched my drunken mother get up, laughing, and headed towards the kitchen. I got out from under the table, put the phone there, and heard her say "Hello?" I opened the front door, and closed it quietly.

I can't believe I actually escaped!!! I started to look around. I then suddenly realized that I had no plan, whatsoever, so I didn't know what to do. Okay I'm out.....now what? I began to think about what I needed to survive. Oh yeah, clothes. Once again, I pulled my bobby-pin out of my hair. I quickly ran over to the window that was located outside of my bedroom. I stuck my bobby-pin in there, and climbed in. I grabbed the entire box, and quickly hopped out of the window. I immediatly shut the window, and began to run.

I actually did it!!