Need Love

Here I am.

Julia Diaz.

And this is my life.

A life I'd rather Die than to be alive.

-Presence-

Ok. So, I lost my Mom, and all my Life I've been blamed for it all. My father then started drinking as she passed away.

The look in his eyes as I watched her drift away.

Her pale face, now so lifeless.

Those last words I'll always remember.

"I love you Julia...."

The sudden stop of her heart beat.

Like Mines.

But, it was my fault wasn't it?

The reason why she's gone.

The reason why I deserve getting beated, and bullied.

I was in the car when my mom and I wee listening to music and dancing in the car.

Giggling, and having fun.

That smile that was always on my face as I was always comforted with her surrounding.

As the car crashed. The car ended upside down.

Darkness closed up the shine around.

"YOU SHOULD'VE BEEN THE ONE TO DIE, NOT HER!" My father screamed at me as my mother lay on the hospital bed lifeless.

My father sobbed into her chest. Yelled and Shouted.

Oh, how he loved her...

His eyes were red and his face was dreaded. Bags under his eyes as well.

He cried and carresed her cheek. Kissed her dry lips deeply as they took her away.

I cried as they pulled her away.

Her hand was no longer holding mine. Its was gone.

That hand that had held my hand for years.

I was only 11 when she passed away.

Now I'm 16. I lived with my father and my Oldest brother 'Derek'.

My father beats me as my brother is left to pick up all the pieces.

My brother.

The only one who loves me.