Story of My Life

Chapter 2 (Rewritten)

Let's start off with the tragedy of my childhood. To say I was kind of screwed up would be an understatement. You see, I am a product of irresponsible horny teenagers. My mother got pregnant at 16, dropped out of school, and just to add a cherry on top, her parents kicked her out. Luckily her parents had the common sense not to leave their pregnant teenage daughter on the streets, so they sent her away to a girls' home, where she had me and figured out how to make a living.

Once she was 18, she got desperate and worked at a night club, which royally screwed her up. Soon after she started working there, we were able to get a place of our own, and she would take care of me during the day and work all night, mostly weekends. She did one heck of a job keeping me oblivious to everything, I'll give her that. It wasn't until well into my teenage years that I learned about what she was running from when she did what she did. She was young and naive to the dangers of what she did for a living, but there was a man, her boss i guess, who offered her a large some of money in exchange for her services. The catch was her full loyalty was to him and him only, a man twice her age, who held all the power. As a desperate single mother, she agreed to his offer, and things were fine for a few years. It wasn't until about a year before she died when trouble started to arise.

Apparently this creep was into illegal drug dealings and somehow my mother got thrown into the mess. So, when one of his deals fell through, my mother ended up being the sacrificial lamb. He was essentially going to trade my mother's services to him to whoever he owed money to, and because we live in a world of whack jobs, those pervs agreed, and once she realized she had no way out, she chose the only option she thought was left. So, one day, at the tender age of six, I came home from school and the house felt empty. Thinking my mother went to take a shower, I didn't think much of it until I had to use the bathroom myself. Seeing the door pried open, confusion flew through my mind, as I had thought my mom would have been inside. I opened the door and was met with a sight that would forever engrave itself into my mind.

There lay my mother's lifeless body, her wrists slit open, continuing to bleed, some pills scattered across the floor, an empty bottle of alcohol lay beside her.

Not knowing what to do with the sight in front of me, I ran out of the bathroom crying, running to the neighbor's house, needing an adult. Luckily, we lived next door to an elderly couple, who I was familiar with. They called the police and ambulance and because I had no family willing to claim me, our neighbors took me in and raised me until I was twelve. Things were great with Mr. and Mrs. Smith up until I was ten, when Mr.Smith passed away. Mrs. Smith was devastated, but she was prepared to let him go when it was time. A couple years later, Mrs. Smith joined her husband in the afterlife, and I was once again faced with an uncertain future. Luckily, the police were able to successfully track down my mother's sister, who was and still is a bitch for lack of a better word. But she took me in and raised me until I was 18. She took the tough love approach and treated me like a chore and a burden. I was left to feel like an outsider in a home I was supposed to call my own. She had a daughter who was around my age, Bethany, and let's just say the apple fell directly under the tree with her. She was her mother's little angel and I was always being compared to her. So much so that I was forced to go to the same university as her, for a degree I knew nothing about.

When I started struggling with eating, about a semester in, she basically forced me into eating again and eventually kicked me out when she realized it wasn't something she could simply place a bandaid over.

I was over 18 at this point, so her legal responsibility over me was long gone so she just gave up dusted her hands off and just like that I was alone again.

Without someone to pay for my shit, I was forced to drop out and get a job and figure out my own living arrangements.

After dropping out, I moved into the apartment I now own. Shortly after moving in, I decided that it was time for a change. Better go big or go home, I thought to myself as I walked into the hair salon and got my hair dyed purple. I already had a job at the local movie theater so I figured why not splurge a little.

One day, as I was taking my daily stroll through the nearby park, I thought, I need to get myself another job. Maybe Mrs. Green might need some help at the hair salon. Mrs. Green was the owner of the hair salon I went to the day I got my hair dyed purple, and the other 20 million times I dyed my hair crazy colors.

As time went on, the two of us became fast friends, so I figured I'd ask if I could work at the salon since no one else worked there. I asked, and Mrs. Green was beyond thrilled to have the extra help. That week, she taught me everything she knew, and how the place ran. A while later, I decided that I needed another job, so that I had a stable amount of income, since the money I earned at the hair salon was based on the number of customers per day, and since people hardly ever came by, I barely made any money. As a result, I began working at the coffee shop across the street, as well. One day, at the hair salon, Mrs. Green wanted asked to talk to me.

"I've decided that it's time for me to retire," she said.

"Okay, but who's going to be running this place?" I asked.

"I was thinking about leaving this place for you," she suggested.

" I'd love to," I replied shocked at her response, I mean after all this was me we were talking about, I barely got my bills paid on time, and hardly ever went a day without almost getting fired for doing something stupid, like running late... again.

"Well, then it's settled, now you are the owner of this place," she finished the conversation with.

*Lmao i rewrote this over a year ago and forgot about it haha*