Hi my name is Juliet everybody calls me julie...... well at least I want them to, but there is one big massive problem I have nobody.
I am 12 and I have been by myself since I was 9. It's hard to belive this but I have not stepped outside my small council flat since the day my mum died. I haven't been to school ,i haven't even been to the shop. I've been living of heinz baked beens for the last 3 years and i'm sick of it. No one knows my mum's dead not even my good for absolutely nothing father, not even the person who killed her knows she's dead this might seem strange but let me explain. My mum had had so many boyfriends but this one was the worst out of all. His name was Bradley Pool. One day he came to visit me and my mum, I knew he had been drinking I could see it by looking at his face. I was sitting on the sofa staring at the TV taking no notice of him. My mum walked up to him and tried to hug instead of hugging her back he hit his glass bottle on her head. I shouted what the f****** at the age of 9 I knew a lot of words I definately wasn't supposed to know. I ran to her to if see was bleeding - she was, a lot. Bradley didn't stay another minute he ran out of the front and has never ever came back since. As I turned my focus back onto my mum her eyes slowing began to close and she took her last breath. She died right there in my arms. I cried for hours on end , I was filled bitternes and hatred towards Bradley but i decided to forgive and keep on living my life (but i'm not really living my life ami . From that day I was alone in the big, bad world.
The only reason that I have not left my house is because I don't want my neighbours telling the social services that I am alone
I want to find my father but if I leave I will never be able to come back.
This is my home even if it is a trash and I am happy here. Am I really happy or is it just an act.
