Too Old To Be Hopeful,Too Young To Be Bitter.

I'd like the emphasis I started writing this way over a year ago, it starts off as a generic fan fiction however, a new spin come in the chapter "never was a aspiration". Either skip of read this section, it's up to you. I just hope you enjoy.

~Skylar~

So this is me. I'm Skylar, I'm 25 and all hope of my former life has gone. See 5 years ago I was a happy, whitty young person. I had my whole life a head of me. Two loving parents and a younger brother who adored me. Life was sweet, I loved life ! Until that one day where everything was like a wreck of a car crash. By brother who was 17 at the time was diagnosed with terminal cancer. This ruined me as I sat out everyday of his final days with him. My parents marriage had become like a train on a broken rail. I remember hold my brothers hands and his final word hit me like bullet.

"Skylar, I want you to live my life. Please don't waste it. I love you"

His weak lips spoke and then his head fell. I cried a oblivion of tears. He was so young. Months after, my parents marriage died with my brother. My dad went AWOL and I still haven't found him to this day. My mom lives by herself back in England. I had to leave her to live out my brothers wish. I asked her to come but she still believes my father will return so stayed put. I moved out here to Chicago. I promised my mother I'd call her everyday. Days turned in to weeks, weeks turned into months, months turned into years, years turn into never because i couldn't afford to call her. I'm all alone. Struck for cash. I live with my guitar, battered old hat and one set of clothes. I have a job but being a waitress is a scummy cafe, it isn't the best paying job but it helps. I spend the rest of my afternoon sat outside a old record store playing on my guitar. I scratch in a few dollars but nothing to maintain my life. The job pays for the bed sit and the guitar pays for the little food I get.

I really am not living my brothers dream.

Still I march on.

I play outside the record store as I tend to play the music they sell in there. This is where I can get the most money. I'm as thin as a stick so some very kid people buy me a sandwich that I'm always extremely grateful for. I normally get a coffee too which is so pleasant.

I'm just about to finish up at the café and head to the record store.

I turn up and out of horror, the man who owns the store is packing up everything and moving and the new manager walks in. Not trying to fuss over it I place my behind on the floor and begin to play... Right until a feel a cold leathery item hit the side of my body which causes me to jolt forward and drop my guitar. I spun round to see a red faced old man standing there looking like he was about to blow up.

"You better move your ass young lady or ill kick you even harder. You are not welcome here anymore"

That was the moment I felt my already cracked soul shatter. He can't be serious but his face reads other things so I pick up everything I own and walk off.

I slump my tattered guitar over my shoulder and walk in a sorry way. I come across the bridge and sit down putting my legs through the bars and swinging them over the water. Looking down and day dreaming into the water. It doesn't help it is February and its freezing cold. I can't afford a jumper to a short sleeved t-shirt is all I have. I'm use to it though.