I still Cry every night for my Mother.
Ever day.Every Hour.
And I'm not Afraid to Admit it.
Because I'm only thinking to myself,
Who one else hears my thoughts
Who one else but you.
My Father wanted me to forget,about everything that happened.
But...I just couldn't "forget" that my mother had died.
Letting go of your mother's death was hard
Especially since she was the only one I had.That i trusted,
I didn't want to go.
This is where I was born.
Where I took my first steps.
But This is was also where my mother was found dead.
I could see why my Father wanted to leave.As Soon as possible.
I haven't told him I loved to drink.
By that,I mean...I'm obsessed.
Haven't stop.Couldn't stop.
This is the last time I'll be drinking here.In New York.
And I make it worth it.But I also make sure I' take enough to be sober tomorrow
Don't want my Father suspecting anything.
I was about to take a sip before the door flew opened and a tall and build figure stood there.
The alcohol was gone and I was lying on my bed,staring out of the window.
"Good night"his voice was rough,but I got used to it only a few days ago.
"Yeah"I reply back with no emotion,"Good night,I guess"
"Yeah"He says awkwardly and closes the door behind him."good night,Amanda"
I take out the alcohol again and Begin to Drink.
Atleast now,I can escape from this useless world.
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Teen FictionAmanda Waterson Had suffered her whole life. Family Problems.Deaths of Loved Ones.And at one point..Abuse... She moves with her dad to California,Where she attends the last year of Highschool. Who will she meet that will change her...