I could start this story off by saying who I am, where I'm from, what's my story. My fears, hopes and dreams. But Ill have to warn u about how pathetic it sounds. I don't want your pity. I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me. It is what it is.
So here it is.
I was raised in what most people would consider terrible conditions. With many brothers and sisters, a small house, and a shit ton of dogs, it was always crowded and cluttered. What makes things worse, is my mom and my step dad fought constantly over drugs.
Now, I won't lie, they kept bills paid. But with money that was left they wouldn't even put towards food for us when we didn't have anything to eat. They used it to stay sane with their pills. I know they tried to stop quite a few times, but they were already so far gone in their addiction that they were not people you wanted to be around when they went through withdrawal. This had stopped with mom. She had gotten a lot better. But my step dad..? It got so bad that he'd lay his hands on momma and no one even questioned it. On top of those issues, none of us kids were taught about the world outside of home and school. Me for example.. I'm 18 years old and I don't even have an ID, and I've never had a legitimate job. And it couldn't be helped.. I asked numerous times for rides from my parents to go get these things and get started on working on my own life but they were always to busy to bother helping me. I wasn't even allowed to leave with a friend who would have taken me. My life sucked.. I'm currently doing better.. But let's go back a little.. to where my life took its first turn of events:
To the end if my 11th grade year...
