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September 10th
It was officially the weekend again, and Chloë was moping around her room per usual, her parents still hadn't returned home yet so she had been surviving off of weed, water, and whatever she got to eat at work.
Kim and Cameron would always leave for periods of time without leaving her anything, yes, Chloë has a job but she makes 12 dollars an hour plus she gets paid biweekly.
On top of making 500 dollars sometimes less stretch for two weeks, she had to buy everything for herself, basic necessities like food, soap, sanitary products, clothes, shoes, school supplies.
She pretty much depended on herself for everything.
The only thing her parents did do was provide her with a roof over her head, which wouldn't be much longer because they let her know on her 18th birthday she'd be getting kicked out.
That's what really prompted her plan to end her life before her birthday, she had been mistreated since birth, going through shit at such a young age that nobody should, being homeless just wasn't another hit Chloë was willing to take.
She felt like she's lived enough of a shitty life to not want to add more onto it.
Currently Chloë was tremendously high, lying on her bed with her head hanging off of the end, just thinking.
She didn't work on weekends, so this was pretty much her normal routine minus the being high, that was something new that she'd come to enjoy, curtesy of her new friend Delaney, whom speaking of hadn't hit her up all day.
Chloë texted him a few times but decided to leave him alone when he didn't respond.
She was trying to not be so clingy, she'd been with him almost everyday since they've met, she thought that maybe he was tired of her.
It wouldn't be a first, so shockingly this didn't hurt her as bad, "you came in the world alone, lived life alone and you'll die alone Chloë" she mumbled to herself.
Feeling lazy Chloë decided to get up and tidy her room, she had a bunch of random stuff in every corner.
Random books, loose papers, small figurines, plushies that vary in size, plus way more. She also decided to finally fold up her clothes that had been on her bed for and chair for a couple days.
After about an hour of cleaning Chloë came across a box under her bed, it had been there for a while seeing as I had a little dust on top of it.
Grabbing the black wooden box and going to sit on her bed, Chloë opened it.
She was met with an old picture of her, her older sister and their parents from when they went on a trip one year.
It was the one week out of her life where shit felt normal, where she wasn't depressed, where she wasn't verbally abused by her parents, one week where they were just a normal family.
