Harper Rose

Harper ~ Chapter 1

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I hugged my mom goodbye before she left. This is going to be the last time I see her for a while. She was going away to a rehab close to the city and I was having to live with my grandmother for a while.

"I love you Harper Rose," mom whispered in my ear as we hugged. 

"Yeah," I murmured. If she really loved me, she wouldn't have done this to herself. She was an alcoholic for years and now she's decided to do something? My mother was weak. Only men could keep her happy, and when my father left, she completely changed for the worst. Drowning herself in vodka, smoking cigarettes, and coming home with another man late at night laughing like she was still in her twenties. If dad was here, maybe things would've gotten better, and maybe life wouldn't be complete bullshit.

"Don't fall in love with a man whom doesn't know how to love you, or else you'd end up like me," mom spoke, with sadness in her eyes.

"I wouldn't end up like you. Knowing that I can fuck up my life is unlike me."

Mom walked off, closing the door behind her. This may be the last time I see her in a while, it hurts so much see your own mother leave you, closing the door, trailing off into the distance and knowing that you've hurt her.

I drive pass the houses near grandma's place, in my rundown car. I can see her in the distance waving to me happily, but I decided to ignore her and keep my eyes straight on the road. I pulled up to the small vintage house that my grandmother lived in for thirty-five years ever since my grandfather died. Grandma was always there to comfort me, but sometimes it was annoying that she could see so much in people, I've always been the one to give up. I walked up to her door and opened it with the key my mom gave me.

"Oh! Love, it has been so long since I've seen you, how tall have you grown!" She smiled

"I haven't grown since I was fourteen. I'm still 5'6."

"Oh, what about your skin! It's beautiful, just like an ivory rose!"

"Thanks." I've always hated my skin colour, I always felt like a freaking ghost. It doesn't help that my long hair is so dark.

I walked in.

"Dear, your room is upstairs, right beside the bathroom."

Stepping up the stairs, I could hear the creaking beneath my feet. My room is quite small, but I didn't mind. I put down my guitar by my birch desk. The walls were decorated like an old woman's room, it was floral. I hopped on my bed, thinking about my new school, Brooklyn High. I don't expect much really, teens are teens, all fake and helpless, all they worry about is their eyebrows, at least the girls. I fell asleep.