This IS me.

The Beginning Of The End.

Beware Of Explicit Language

Yelling, Screaming, Fighting, Every Fucking Day. And Damn Did That Shit Get Annoying. Yes. No Doubt About.It. so. They Finally Split Up. And My Mom Moves To Fort Huachuca. On Post, Again. My Dad Was A Full Time Alcoholic, Made Me And My Older Sisters Make Him His Whiskey And Dr.Pepper, His Day Consisted of 3 Things, Yelling, Drinking, And Video Games. So We Started Living Full Time With My Mom. Which Was Fabulous, Until She Got Dishonorly Discharged From The Army.  That One Did not Go Over Well They Kicked Us Off Of Post Like Most Veterans, She Suffered From PTSD, And Resorted To Drugs, To Cope With The Pain, And We Drove To Florida, Stayed There For Only A Summer, And Went Back To Arizona Thats When The Drug Abuse Got Bad. Which Didn't Blow Over Well, Considering She Has 4 Kids. Me, My Little Brother "Quin", My Older Sister "Tristian" And My Oldest Sister "Adelin" She Wasn't Around Much, Once My Mom Got Bad Into Drugs, She Couldnt Take It, So She Left, And Did Her Own Thing. Me ,My Brother And My Older Sister, All Went To New York City To Visit My Dad. It Was So Nice, We Lived Right Off The Atlantic Ocean, In Jamiaca Bay, I Lived At A Restaurant, Called The Bayhouse, You See, My Dad Is a Professional Chef, So I Always Had Gourmet Meals, Like No Other!! I Would Go Fishing, Bring Back My Catch, And My Dad Would Cook It In His Kitchen, We Had The Setup, Payday Was Sunday, His Day Off Was Monday, We Would Leave At About 4 In The Morning To Start Our Adventure, Every Single Monday, We Would Do This. I Went All Kinds Of Places, Chinatown, Coney Island, Strawberry Fields, Times Square, I Rode The Subways All Over New York. I Met All Kinds Of People, At this Point I Was 11 Or 12, I Made some Friends In New York, I Would Kayak To Their House Across The Bay Everyday. And We Would Go Jump Off Bridges, And Swim Around, Using Our Minds To have Fun. No Phones, Or Internet, Nothing, It Was Worth It Tho. We called Ourselves The Bayrats. But Too Soon, The Time Came For Us To Go Back To Arizona, So Me And My Siblings Say Our Goodbyes And Boarded The Plane. A Short 6 Hour Flight Later, We Were Back Home, And Thats When It Got Rough, We Moved To The "Vista Del Norte" Apartments In Huachuca City Arizona. I Lived Right Next To My School, Which Sucked, Considering I Hated School With A Passion. So It Just Being So Close, It Sucked. Anyways. I Started Meeting People, And Going To School And Making Friends, And Soon Enough Became A Bad Kid Again, I Was Always Talking Back To My Teachers, Fighting With Other Girls, Running Off. Doing Whatever I Wanted To Do Basically. But I Would Come Home Everyday, And My Mom Wouldn't Be There, I Wouldn't See Her For Weeks On End, She Would Come Home Just To Yell At Us To Clean the House Or To Buy Us Food. When She Was There, She was in An Awful Mood, And Always Yelled At Us, Pushed Us Into Stuff All Of Us But My Brother. Of course. the Baby. But I Once Saw My Own Mother, Duct Tape My Sisters Face, All Around Her Head, Killing Her, Cause She Couldn't Breath, Taping Her Hands And Feet And Throwing Her Into A Closet. I Cut The duct Tape Off My Sisters Feet And Hands, And Let Her Run While I Delt With The Repercussions Of Helping Her, that Happened Alot. But Eventually We Moved Again, This Time, In The Middle Of Shit Creek Nowhere. Hereford Arizona