Lamentations

1- Hello: The Prologue

Jane

It was hell. Being born was a fucking pain. No, it wasn't the blinding lights when she first entered the world. Nope. Not that. It was the fact that she got left with a poor excuse for a family, and the one she cared about most left her with them.

Poor Jane. She never saw it coming. All she wondered was why the hell he'd leave her with these terrible people? But that story is for a later time.

Her father was an alcoholic. Almost every hour of his life is spent at a damn bar, and when he comes home to his starving daughter and blind wife, he either beats one of them or ignores them completely.

He really left me here, she would think everyday. Her brother, Adrian, was her savior when he lived in the same house. He'd been the real father when their biological dad would be out getting drunk doing God knows what.

Adrian made dinner, dressed her, took her to school. He was smart too, so when the college 100 miles away offered him a full-ride scholarship, he was gone. He left Jane. And she knew it was a great opportunity; she was proud. But why couldn't he take her too? He had money. She knew he did. He had a job to try to keep the lights on and to buy food.

Adrian was gone. He was never coming back, she concludes. Who would want to be in a house like that anyway? Only one bathroom actually functioned, and the house was practically abandoned. Jane only stayed there on the weekends and at night when she had to sleep... or at least when she tried to.

*~*~*~*

It was a Saturday morning. A car pulled up in front of her house. Her mother was asleep and blind, so she wouldn't be any help if the person was a criminal.

A weapon, she needed one. Jane grabs one of her knives, a small one from a collection she bought a long time ago. She tucks it into her boot and waits for the person to knock on her door. And he does. She opens the door and nearly gapes at the fact that he came back. After three long ass years, he was finally standing on her doorstep. Who was the girl next to him? Was she another social worker? Police officer? Either way Jane wouldn't trust her, no matter what title she lives by. Hell, Jane didn't even trust her brother.

He gave her a sad smile. Jane could gasp, smile, maybe even hug him. But he left her here. She could have died. Many, many times. But he wouldn't have known. He wasn't there to live it.

With all the hurt on her face and all the pain inside, Jane finally asks, "What the hell are you doing here?"