Never what it seems

The Beginning

Moving to New Jersey was never my plan. All I wanted to do was stay in Miami with my pathetic excuse of a mother, go to some cheap community college and study music. I mean it's not as if I had ever aspect in place it was more of a guide line than a plan, but then my mother overdosed on sleeping pills. I knew it was coming with all the drugs she was taking prescriptions. Her death did not come as a surprise or at least the dyi ng part didn't it was more the timing that was the surprise. My mother died only one month before my eighteenth birthday and my high school graduation. Meaning that since I was only seventeen and apparently not qualified to take care of myself I had to move in with a man I barely knew, my father.

My dad's name was Mark or something like that; my mother and he had met at a concert in some crappy bar in Chicago. I don't really know the whole story only that my mother walked out on my dad certain she could raise me on her own. She did for about seven years then she met her friend Ativan. An illegal sleeping pill sold all over the world. She had been arrested for possession of the pills a couple of times but that never seemed to stop her. All While I was in and out of foster care from age seven to twelve.

 My mother got clean when I turned twelve but less than three months later she was hooked again and this time it wasn't just the pills it was pain relievers and Novocain the shot dentist use to numb your mouth as you get a filling. She started to spiral out of control. Drinking endless amounts of alcohol along with the pills. She slept most the time I was home, so I was left to figure out how to take care of myself. Cooking, cleaning, getting myself to and from school safely was all my responsibility.

I got a job at the age of fifteen babysitting for young mothers that lived in our crappy apartment complex, from then on, since my mother had no money and any money she did have she spent it on drugs, I paid for my own clothes, food and shoes. By the time I was sixteen my mother never came home and if she did a string of men followed. She stayed with a few of them about three or four. We even moved in with one, Drake, he was nice for the most part but he helped none with my mother's addictions. Drake worked as a CEO for some major law cooperation witch meant he could afford her pills so he gave her the money to buy them and many more. As this all went on I was away at friend's houses always dreading the moment I had to go home. Drake soon left my mom or really kicked her out for some pretty model he had met in a club. So somehow she gathered enough money to rent out another apartment. I turned seventeen a few weeks after that and didn't bother to even live with her in her tiny one bedroom roach infested apartment. I moved in with a friend or really just crashed on who's couch was free for the night sure there were nights I had no place to stay so I got really close with the park bench during those times it was hard not having anyone to take care of me but I had become really independent. I began a job as a waitress living off the minimum wage and small tips.

 I wasn't planning to go to my mothers the day she died, earlier she called me saying she was sorry and ready to get some help that she wanted to get help not just for me but for her to. So I gathered all my belongings (a whole bag full) and walked over. Her apartment was dark, smelling of last week's rotten food and body odor. She was in her room on her bed her face buried in the pillow her long dark hair spread all around her. I knew she was dead it was obvious. Tears in my eyes I pulled out my Walmart prepaid phone and dialed 911. The police and paramedics arrived shortly after placing her body on a gurney then speeding away sirens off. The police ruled her death as an overdose asking me a few questions before they left case closed. That night I stayed in my mother's bed using her pajamas and crying into her pillows.

The next morning I received a call from the police department telling me they had found my father and that I was to be on a plane the next day to go live with him. I had thought about not going but technically that's illegal because I'm not eighteen yet. I packed the little clothing I had and a few of necessities like my I pod that I had bought with money made from babysitting. It was used but not used as to where the screen was broken and didn't work. It was a touch screen so that was a plus. It was the only thing in my life that had any meaning. The next morning I said my few goodbyes at the terminal before boarding the plane. The ride was long lonely and bumpy; I couldn't sleep due to the fact that there was a screaming child in front of me. Four and a half hours later I was left standing in the middle of a New Jersey airport, alone.

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