Mine.

[Dominique]

One Year Ago...

I wiped my eyes as I watched both of my parents being lowered into the ground. It was heartbreaking to lose a parent, but even more, heartbreaking to lose both. I could barely comprehend how or why this had to happen. I was an ass to my parents for years.

I held a grudge against them both when my sister was killed. She was four and my parents were taking her to school. They were arguing as always and it ended with a 16 wheeler crashing into the side of-of our car.

Everyone received a lot of damage but she received the most since she was the youngest. I never forgave them.

I told them I hated them at least once a week. I got in a fist fight with my dad almost every month. I ignored my mom for days at a time. I purposely got on their nerves. I was petty and now they're dead. Gone.

I felt bad. Guilty. And I can't help but feel as if it's my fault.

They both committed suicide.
My dad drank himself to death and my mom worked herself to death.

I guess the loss of two children was too much to deal with.

My dad died first. Alcohol Poisoning. And less than a week later, my mom had a heart attack at her job. She was way too young to have a heart attack, but I caused it.

I know I did.

I know I'm also the reason my dad drank himself to death.

I know I am.

I feel like a double murderer. I feel like any second now I'm going to be thrown in prison for murder.

But I guess that doesn't count. I guess being a bitter, ungrateful son, isn't really much of a case.

I walked away from the crowd of people and walked out of the cemetery.

I walked down the street. A sixteen-year-old boy with no place to go. With no family to love him unconditionally. With nothing and no one.

Present Time.

I walked into the house of some rich successor who took me in.

I wasn't really feeling having some rich bitch and his family taking me in as some project. But it was mandatory if I didn't want to go to jail.

My last year has been a downhill spiral. I had to sell drugs to get by. I was living couch to couch. I was in trouble, constantly. I was caught selling drugs a couple of times. I got in a couple of heated fights to where I ended up in the hospital, but so did the other guy so it was worth it.

I didn't go to school anymore. Because I honestly didn't feel like hearing all that I'm sorry shit. So I just never returned.

But that last straw was when I fucked some rich nigga's daughter. He pressed charges and the judge told me how I needed to be put in some program, where they help troubled teens. But to be honest, It was just a big overreaction. It wasn't rape or nothing. It was 100% consensual. But I'm guessing any rich nigga wouldn't want me fucking their daughter. But shit, It was worth it.

If I honestly had a choice I would be back at my homies place right now. But the idea of jail is kind of weighing in on me.

This man, Daniel Jersey, promised the judge that he would keep me out of trouble. That I would change for the better. That I will become a better man because of him. Hearing those words twisted my stomach.