I told you not to fall in love with me, Mikey Fusco. ~Fan Fiction~ **Completed**

one

I breathed in while walking into the doctors office. I knew what was gonna happen, I knew it. I jumped onto the table. "hello Ryder. " "hi" "how are you feeling today?" "the same I felt last week." I said it with a bit of an attitude. "so your still having shortness of breath, coughing, and really bad aches." "Yupp, they only have gotten worst." she wrote things down. "okay Ry, I'm gonna run some test." after about an hour of her doing bloodwork, eye vision test, and lots of other test, I was free to go. "I'll call you when I get the test back. call me if anything gets worst or anything new happens." I nodded. "how long do you think the test will take?" "uh, about 3 days." I nodded and thanked her. I walked out and grabbed my bike riding it. I stopped about every 5 minutes cause I could not breathe, or I was having a coughing attack. after about an hour of agonizing riding I arrived home. I sat down on my couch. my mom walked in from her busy day at work. she's a flight attendant so she travels alot. she flopped down next to me. "how'd the doctors go?" "good." I smiled. I loved my mom. I got up and cooked dinner. spaghetti and meatballs. I made a plate for me and my mom. my dad can home from 'work' staggering in. my mom looked at him heartbroken.

they met on the train. it was a busy train. only one seat left, which was next to my dad. she sat down. she was getting older and wanted to settle down. she thought it was faith. they started talking, and dating. they were engaged. that's when he started sleeping with random girls. my mom didnt know. then they got married and had my brother kart and i. my dad hits my mom, and sometimes me. my brother is taking my dads steps by smoking weed, not caring about school, and just getting into trouble. I'm like my mom. a strong women. my mom wants to leave my dad, but won't cause she doesn't know what to do. why you might ask I know all of this? being the only girl around your mom isn't that bad after all.

anyways. back to the present.

my dad pulled out a bottle of whiskey and his cigarettes. smoking at the table while my brother joined him with his cigarettes and weed. I got up and went to my room. I laid there looking at the ceiling. I started to cry. why me? why couldn't I be happy? but boy, did I know what was going to happen next.