The Past, The Present, The Dream, and The Future

I know of this amazing place. A pond with water so clear you see straight to the bottom. It is surrounded by weeping willows in the middle of a forest. Almost nobody knows about it. And when there is a full moon, and the fireflies are out, it glows in the moonlight.

This place really only exists in my dreams. I have dreamt of a place just like this every night for two years. It is still amazing as a dream though. I can still get away from where I really am if I dream of it.

I live in the United States. I used to live in a small city in New York State with my mom. I never had a dad. My mom always joked I was like the female Jesus, but I knew it wasn't true. I don't believe in the Bible.

Getting back on track though, my mom and I lived with her good friend... I don't remember her name so lets name her Stacy. (Just so we can keep names and faces clear as I explain my story.) Stacy had a son my age, Clint. Yes, this is his real name. It would be sad if I didn't because we shared a room for five years.

Our moms shared the house. It only had 4 bedrooms. One for Stacy, one for Mom, and one for us. The fourth? They called it their party room.

It must have been some party with all their screaming and the smoke sneaking to the rest of the house through the small space under the door. The room had a very large bed with soft blankets and the curtains were always closed.

A bong sat on a dresser next to their basket of condoms and their nice collection of needles. I don't know why they even used condoms, they probably had every disease transmitted through blood from sharing their needles with everyone.

The rest of the house really wasn't pretty. beer cans covered every surface and fat, naked, hungover men on every couch. The only safe place was my bedroom.

There were two twin beds, one closet, one dresser, a desk, a lamp, and a busted window. The winters were freezing and the summers were hot but I always had Clint to talk to.

We would act out our own movies. I was always the princess and he was the brave Superman. He would rescue me from Bowser (a cardboard box with toilet paper tubes taped on it) and then fly me to my castle (a blanket fort) where we would get married and I would dress in a big white dress (a white sheet wrapped around me).

Those were the good ol' days. When we turned seventeen, the two of us ran. Our moms made us get jobs to pay for their drugs and wanted me to start having sex for money to pay for their drugs.

That was the final straw. So one day, we quit our jobs without telling our moms, got together the little money we had saved along with our final paychecks, packed up everything necessary, and left while our moms were having a threesome with my moms gynecologist who they've had the hots for for months.

We didn't know where we were going or what we were going to do once we got there. All we knew was we had to leave and we had to leave immediately.