Me, Myself and I

Chapter 1 :On my own

The wind danced across my face as I sat on the moist grass in Central Park, on a crisp and early Sunday morning. I lied on my back to see the beautiful clouds, drifting in many directions and creating shapes and patterns in the sky. My deep thoughts were interrupted when a slimy, wet feeling pressed up against my right cheek. I sat up to see a dog owner trying to pull her majestic, black and white border collie away from me and back onto the gravel path. I gave the woman in running gear, a reassuring smile, letting her know I was okay with her dog around me. She smiled back as she got her dog back on the path and ran further into the park to play with her dog.

I got up, grabbed my backpack and walked towards the nearest Starbucks to wake up my mind. I walked to the counter and grabbed a cappuccino with two sugars I hadn't had one in forever but this will probably be my last for a few years. I needed to relax before I started school and work the next day. I sat down at a table and just thought about my family. After losing my him, I have seen the world in a whole different perspective. It's like I've been woken up from a made up life. I feel I am a mess, but I have to be strong for my four younger siblings. If I crumble, so will they.

So many things were running through my mind on how to make the pieces of my life make any sense. I had to go and look after my brothers and sisters, so I can work hard and can get away from my in-denial mother and her drunkard abusive boyfriend. I don't have any friends anymore, me and my siblings have moved schools to suit my mother's boyfriend's preference of living. Well more like living in a small apartment dump, where I have to sleep on a mattress on the floor and share it with my 4 siblings. I can't talk to anyone, it's just me, myself and I.