When I woke up, it was 4 in the morning. I got up to go to the bathroom and noticed my mom wasn't in her room. I guess she wasn't coming home tonight.
Ever since my dad died eight years ago, my mom has become addicted to alcohol .and gambling. She tells me she's out working late, but I know she is just sleeping around. I'm convinced the only way she is paying for our two bedroom apartment, is by stripping.
My mom had me when she was only 17, and now she's 36. To be honest, she's a beautiful woman. Or at least, she used to be. I can never tell anymore, since she's always wearing so much make up, when I see her.
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I just got out of the shower when I heard the front door slam shut and my mom stumble in. I checked the time on my phone. 6 am. Why was she home so early? I was usually at school when she got home. I peeked my head out of the bathroom door to find my hungover mom stumbling into her room.
I continued to get ready for another horrible day at school. I don't know why I even bother to go. I'm 19 years old. I'm an adult. Every day, it's the same thing happening. Seven hours of torture. If I wasn't in class getting yelled at by my teachers, I was sitting by myself at lunch. Every once in a while, someone will walk by and laugh, or throw trash at me, or make fun of me. I usually try to ignore it and tell myself that I'm better than this, but it's hard. It's hard when you have no friends to turn to. It's hard when you don't have family that cares about you. It's hard to believe that I'm worth living in this world, when every day, someone different says I'm not.
Depression. I, Katie Miller, am suffering from depression. I hate to admit it to myself, but when you're cutting yourself everyday to escape from reality, you need help. I need help. But from where? I don't have family that cares, no one at school was willing to talk to me, and there was no way I could afford therapy or counciling. So I was stuck. At least, I was. Until I met him.
