T.Y.W.A.H

Prologue (Melodys backstory)

At 18 I had had my fair share of experiences in life. People look at me now and see, a slut, a basket case, a total baggage of a human being. Sure, it's not like I haven't given them the reason not to think that, but they don't know me . No one does. They don't know the hell I've been through. By the age of 7 I had come to know what alcoholism was because my father , or should I say , that jackass of a man, never came home without being drunk off his ass. My mother was my mentor , but not the role model kind, she mentored me and tutored me on how to roll my first blunt at the age of 12. They were divorced , or so they said. Always cheating on each other with the worst kind of people. And I was their product, their creation, fucking yay! So as I began to not want to be at my own mental institute, also known as my home, I hanged with the wrong people. I know their terrible people , but I stoned my way out of all my hurt, disappointment , and problems. And old habits die hard because nothing much has changed. I did have an older by three minutes, sister , she was my light , my escape. She was my twin. Until a fateful day when one of her many boyfriends, decided to go Michael Myers and stab her because he "thought" she was cheating on him. I never met him, and the police never caught him. That day , I found her body and that image has been burned into my head ever since. You would think after 3 years all the pain would've subsided a bit, but I never healed I instead drank and partied my mind out of thinking, something Lilianna , my sister, was helping me stop and it was working until well you know. So I currently have probably smoked and drank my way out of any possible bright future. But whatever , my life is fucked up always has been.