Making It Through

My First Set of Parents

I was born on May 3rd of 2000. There wasn't anything special about my birth. I just popped right out, fresh as ever. My mother was named Aphrodite after the Greek godess and my faher was named Kermit after one of the muppets. Now when you have parents with such awesome names, you'd think I'd have an awesome name too, right? WRONG. They just slid they're fingers across a keyboard and named me Yui Qwerty Jackson.

I'm not even the worst though. My older sister is named Eyelash and my older brother is named Necromancer. My parents didn't even bother with their middle names.

Now why are my parents like this? Well, let me tell you a little bit about them. My mom's a stripper and my dad's an alcoholic. Each one of us was a mistake that they made. They named us while they were drunk. After I was born, they thought they might try and take care of us. Well my dad did at least.

When I turned two, my dad never drank alcohol ever again. At least as much as I knew him for. Necromancer went off to college when I turned three and Eyelash has been working full time at the nearby Taco Bell ever since I was one.

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The first big fault in my life occured in 2004, my mother began to heavily drink. One day, when I came home from school, my life changed for the worse...

I trudged down the stairs hoping for some milk. It was one am, and I was supposed to be in bed five hours ago. My blanket dragged along beside me, it's pink colors being the only pretty thing around.

I heard some shouting, so I decided to figure out what was happening. I walked into the small room that was our family room. My mom was there along with my dad and Eyelash.

"The money goes to me! I need beer!" my mother shrieked, unaware that I was there.

"It's my money! I earned it!" Eyelash shouted back.

"Yui is starving. She's lost ten pounds in the last week. She needs food!" my dad screamed. I looked down at myself and realized that I was loosing some weight. I didn't know how much ten pounds was at the time, but I knew my daddy was always right when it comes to numbers.

"Daddy?" I said quietly. "Could I have some milk?"

"There's the thing that started this whole mess! We were doing fine without her, but you just had to get onto me that night!" my mom shrieked. She began to head towards me and I screamed.

"STOP!" my dad yelled.

My blanket fell to the floor as the back of her hand smashed into my cheek.

"I'm done with you freaks!" Eyelash screamed, running out the door.

My daddy quickly scooped me up. "You will never touch her again," my dad's voice was firm. I believed my dad then, but I reallly shouldn't have...

I grabbed onto my dad and started crying. He carried me into the dirty old jeep and drove away. We never saw that old dump again.