All of it

An old life

I took a step back to really take in that view. 18 years of this place has really screwed me up, and now, I'm finally free. This little town in Texas may seem little, but every single thing wrong with my life has originated from this specific place.

A small figure showed up in the distance just above the hot, scorching sand which caused a sort of wavery image over the figure.
As the person came closer, I recognized who it was.

"Sherry!" The woman screeched. "You're just gonna leave? Just like that?" Theres a look of rage on her face.

"Hello there to you too, mom," I replied completely nonchalantly.

I know how this is gonna go:

She's gonna make herself a victim even though its completely her and her 47 boyfriends faults on why I'm leaving.

I had a dad of course, but he ran off with another woman he loved more. More than his own daughter. Oh but he despised my mom. He hated her. It was an arranged marriage between them.

Dad loved me a lot, I know he did. When I was 4, he couldn't take my mother anymore. I can't take my mother anymore, because when he left, havoc reined over the family. Or moreover me. Mom got many boyfriends, one for every month, just to make herself feel better.

I raised myself. It was me who looked after our worn down house while my own mother was off at a nightclub with one of her boyfriends. I barely spoke to her.

Many of her boyfriends never got along with me, the rest never cared to make conversation with me. But the ones whome I hated the most, were the ones who could never get enough from my mom. They would move on to me. What did my mother do about it?

I'll give you a hint:

Nothing.

Cigarette burns would be found all over my arm from the men who liked hearing me scream. If I wasn't at their side at once, I would pay the price. Again, what did mom do about it? Again:

Nothing.

At this point, in my looovely experience here for 18 years, I was empty. I was dead. If it waa my mothers goal to break me from the inside out, she has done both perfectly.

"Sherry!" Mom replied once more. "I, Joanna Johnson, will not, and I repeat: WILL NOT! Allow you to leave!"

"And I," I began my sentance. My turn. It was my turn to speak now, "Sherry Rumily, will, and I repeat: WILL! Leave."

I turned my back on her. For the first time ever in my life. I turned my back on her.

I hopped on the platform. The sound of the train and its silhouette was a sign that it was time to go. As it slowed to a stop, I hesitated. I've never traveled outside simce I was four. But I remember mountains and vast amounts of trees. Rivers and an ocean. It was time to see them again.

Taking my headphones from my bag and sliding them over my thick, wavy hair, I entered through the doorways of the train. This train was going to take me away. Away from this wretched place. Far. Far way.

As I took a seat, I couldn't help but steal a glance through my window at my mother.
She was supposed to be there for me. Right? Or is that just a fantasy I've read about in a childrens book.

Even though our town was small, it wasn't far behind in technology, nor was it isolated from the world, so it was oretty brought up to date in terms of technology. In terms of positive characteristics? Nah. Other than that, this place wasn't poor. No, it's definitely not poor. But it wasn't too rich either. Just a normal place filled with even less normal people.

"Would you like a beverage, or a snack?" A server with a very noticeable Texan accent came up to me with a cart full of goodies in her hands. Her question made me rip my gaze away from my mother who wore an expressionless face, to the nice looking waiter.

"What do you have?" I asked politely.

The waiter placed a hand over a jug filled of what looked like coke.

"We got soft drinks, coffee, water, and juices. We also got some snacks consisting of candy and cakes." She explained as she continued to place her hands over the different jugs and boxes as she explained.

"I'll take water and a cake, please," I smiled at her.

I've got a sweet tooth.

I can't ever not gobble down a single dessert that is in front of me.

Despite my high sugar intake, I've got an extremely high metabolism, so I've never worried about weight.

My excitement rose as a delicious vanilla cake slice was presented before me.

I gave the waitress the money, and dug in. By the time I had finished that small town of mine was gone.

I was free.

For the first time.

Free.

How'd you guys enjoy the first chapter? I don't know if it was too dark or not so any words of advice would be amazing. This is my first time writing a story :D

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