The Pretender

Chapter 1

He can be anyone but himself

Addie. My name is Addie. It means truth and honesty but I know different. I know that's not true. My name means nothing to me. Nothing

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My life was started due to a mistake. My mum's fun drunk dare night turned very swiftly into life changing tragedy Addie. She didn't notice of course, until she was in labour in the wrecked glass scattered apartment. I can imagine that. Its like she is now most of the time. Screaming. Not because of pain but because of addiction. She wants just that little bit more. The only problem is; she's been saying the same thing for about 15 years My mum is an alcoholic. She's got a problem. But I don't give a damn. Why should I? She's meant to take care of me. I suppose I was an accident but surely after 15 years you can feed your own child not the opposite way round. Apparently (according to my aunt) she wasn't always like this. But I don't believe her . She's just as bad as I am with honesty and that's the only thing we have, or ever will have in common. She's probably the one who started my mum of anyway. My mums family don't care about her or me. They suppose, now I'm a teenager, that I am the same as her. I will never be the same as her.