I'm not one of them

A sucky, sucky life

Laying on my bed, I think for a while, then come to a decision. My life? It sucks. Hi, I'm Lianna, you can call me Lia if you want to, i don't mind. You may be asking why my so-called life 'sucks' so I guess I'll just get it off my chest. Life sucks when You have no friends, no siblings, and no caring parents. Yup, that's me, the girl with nothing except food, clothes and shelter. Now you might see why my life sucks. But if you don't, let's add the frosting to the cake, ehh? On top of no friends or siblings, I have no social life. I'm not allowed to leave the house except for school. And my parents? Where do I start? My mom makes a living by being a hooker and selling drugs. My dad, well, he died a few years ago, something about a wild dog and an alleyway?

Anyway, I don't believe that. He probably got shot from one of his traitorous gang members. Whatever, I mean, I can't live in the past. I have to worry about surviving the future. My mom blames me for Dad's death and beats me for it every night. With a broken, jagged beer bottle. I survive here, but barely. It's a miracle I've lived this long. Tonight, my mom is taking me with her to 'work', or as I call it, the druggie center. It's where she goes when she sells her drugs. Mom doesn't deal the small stuff, she does Heroine and Cocaine. I have no idea why she takes me there, but I'm guessing she wants me to take over when I get older. I won't though, I don't like to or want to break the law. Sighing, I pull myself to my feet and slip on a comfortable pair of yoga pants. Grabbing my old, broken converse, I tiptoe downstairs to grab something to eat before we leave. Sneakily though, or mom might be angry.

Swiftly, I shoved a bread roll into my mouth before hurrying to the car to finish it. I devour it in three bites before slipping on my flats and waiting for my mom. She comes out in ratty, burnt, nasty clothes, the one she uses when she smokes or makes drugs. Looking at me disgustedly, she slips into the driver seat and we drive to the center.

"Listen here you little brat, tonight we have a huge amount of people coming to work, and you need to behave yourself. Otherwise, things could get bloody when we get home, understand?" Her tone of voice was full of menace. I nodded once to show I understood. "Good," she snarled. Popping the top to a beer, she guzzles it noisily. I scrunched up my nose. Did she have to drink alcohol in the car? Sighing, I just watched out the window. I heard a smashing noise and looked up sharply. Mom had smashed the bottle by throwing it out the window, then reached for another. Again, she popped the top and drained it, getting more and more tipsy.

"Uhh, mom? Maybe It's not a good idea to drink and drive? We could-" I was cut off by her palm slapping me in the face.

"Don't tell me what to do, you little bitch!" She screamed staring straight at me. I cowered as far away from her as I could, she was in a crazy stressed mood, and I had just made it worse. "You don't get to tell me what to do, especially since what you did to your father!! What would he say right now, huh? He would say that you are a selfish, undeserving, conniving little-" Mom was suddenly interrupted by a long horn of a semi truck. I had barely looked up in time to see the lights before a sickening crunching, grinding, squealing noise arose, our car crunched up and upsidedown. Pain flared up from my legs as I looked down and saw, that my legs, were gone. Completely gone, just two stumps that ended at the knee, gushing blood. I felt dizzy, and keeled over from a sudden tiredness. Why am I so sleepy? Maybe a nap will help. I closed my eyes and slipped into painful darkness, before all feeling drained away. And as I died, someone did something that I didn't expect. A person slipped a coin under my tongue. And then I really did die, laying on the cold ground, and bled to death.