Life Sucks (Fifth Harmony/ you)

Prologue

Hi my name's Y/N Y/LN. I'm from Houston, Texas but I was born in Mexico. But before I tell you about myself I'm going to tell you about my family.

For starters both my parents are from Mexico but different parts. They met in Houston in their late teens my mother had been born in Mexico but grew up in Houston just like me, but my father was born and raised in Mexico. Pretty much like a fairy tale, country boy moves to the big city for a better life and meets a city girl. It was pretty much a fairy tale till I was born.

After they got married they moved to my fathers hometown in there early 20's my mother had her first born a boy my brother Juan Y/LN. A couple of years later they had me on July 29, 1998. A year after I was born we had moved back to Houston. Two years after we moved my father had an affair and had a kid my mom soon found out and divorced him. And I ended up with a half brother named Branton Y/LN.

Later in April of 2005 my parents got back together and I couldn't be any more happier than to see my parents back together and in love. Later that year my mother became pregnant, and sadly died in labor of my baby sister Kaitlyn Y/LN.

My dad was never the same after my mom he began to drink and in March of 2013 he ended it all. One day he came home and saw my brothers and sister and just took out a gun and killed them. Luckily that day I had stayed after school for dance practice. So by the time I got home my house was swarming with police cars and news station vans. When I ran into the house to see what happened I saw blood everywhere and my brothers and baby sisters' lifeless bodies.

What hurt the most was that my sister was only 7 at the time, and that meant I'd never get see her grow up and graduate high school or even college, that I'd never get to see her fall in love and get married and start a family of her own. But no my father had to end it all. When an officer saw me he automatically walked me out and asked who I was and why was I here. All that I could say was "That's my family" before I broke down into tears. I had asked them what happened to my father they just said he was gone before they got there.

After that I was taken in to foster care, since none of my aunts or uncles wanted me because they saw me as bad luck. My life changed so much in less than a day I could barely stand to go to sleep in fear I'd dream of my siblings.

Now back to me it's been 2 years since there death. I'm currently 16 in a couple days I'll be 17. After barely 2 years of being in foster care I can officially say that I'd rather live in hell than live in the shit holes the government deems acceptable for children. I can officially say Life Sucks.