As I took my last breath of air, I could see nothing but pitch black..............
Seattle, washington St., was a very gloomy scene and area to see and live. It mostly rain, but there were some months that didn't have rain (AKA climate). I once lived near the the river im a cabin. It was quite cozy and warm, although it did not have alot of space though.
My name is Emma Reni amd I am 17 years old. I grew up pretty much with my mother and little brother, Sam. My mother used to fight with my father when I was only 7, and so they never got along until one day they decided it was about time the should divorce and move away from eachother. Although I did not like this gloomy place -I still had to get used to the climate, people, smell, nature, and alot of other things.
Life was hard for me when I was only 7 because I didn't get as much toys to play with, nor did I got the chance to be a kid. I had to clean the house, cook at least, and took care of my mother and little brother who was only 3 at the time.
Mother was always in a 'bad mood' and never even tried once to talk to me and my brother. Because of that she just ignored, or nag/yell at us. Everything I tried to do right always ended up being a 'mess' to her. Some times she would beat us and ground us for no particular reason, and sometimes she would even get 'wasted' with all the liquor and pills she took -like sleeping pills.
I started develpoing early at 8, and so I didn't have any bras, camis, or training bras. When I asked my mother why I had breasts, she never anwsered or called me 'Little slut' or 'Bitch'. I never understood what she meant though, that was until I started middle school and i learned curse words and puberty.
One day she over dosed on the sleeping pills, and never woked up. I was confused but panic at the same time because she was the one who worked and earned money. At least I was 15 though, so i got a job at a coffee shop as a waitress. I earned enough for some food and to pay bills, so I was happy for some time. When mom died though, We didn't have the money to pay for a furneral. So I had to bury her myself.
No one never knew she died, but I still had to report to the police that I buried my mother for a reason and why. Later on I suffered anxiety and stress because of the past and the situation I was in. I was too depressed to even talk or get up to go to work. My brother Sam was only 13 when I was 17. So since we lived next to the river, near the woods -I decided it was about time. I wanted to go. It was too much for me to handle, and I didn't have any help or friends.
That's when I jumped into the flowing river and drowned, drowned in the freezing water. Winter season was here anyway and i barely had any warm clothes. Since I didn't know how to swim, I took my last breath of air in the furious rushing water that splashed and crashed against my body. And that was it. I was gone. Sam was alone, and it was now my fault. It was too late anyways, i already saw nothing but pitch black. I couldn't do anything anyway, but Sam really needed me. I was too selfish too care huh?
This is the first part you guys!! i will update sooner or later but right now im too distracted and i really need to do other things. Please chek out my other story! and please Vote/Rate? or comment below on what you think so far!!
