Trailer park trash

Daisy

I loved daisy. Daisy was mine. My escape from this.. cruel sick world. She was the only one who kept me alive. She loved me. She loved everything about me. She'd write me letters about how much she liked me and how happy she was that we met. Daisy kept me alive. Daisy hugged me when my mother wouldn't, or couldn't,  took care of me when I needed it. She was the only person ever there for me. I remember that day. Daisy had took her dads red truck and snuck out to come get me. She had alcohol. We drank all of it. We made out. A lot. My mamma came outside. Saw Daisy, smelt our breath, saw that look in my eyes that I'd just gotten caught. She threw Daisy on our dirty ashy floor, I forgot I had ash duty. She landed with a thud hitting the couch. She was crying so hard she choked. My mother screamed. I don't remember what she said I just sat in the corner folded up into a box. I saw from the corner of my eye Daisy. Daisy getting hit. I could have helped her. Could have stepped in... but I just sat there crying like a child. Then I heard daddy trying to calm mama and pull her off of Daisy. Daisy was covered in blood. Mama didn't take off her ring and it cut her all over her. Julie screamed at the sight of Daisy and mama turned... staring right at her.  Mama had a knife. Mama used the knife. Daddy screamed Daisy tried to scream. Julie's blood on the floor. Daisy's blood daddy picked me up and threw me in the car. He's trying to fix something that's already broken