Ivy White

“My names Evangeline White, but I prefer Ivy. It may be hard to believe, but before everything happened, I actually used to be a pretty decent girl. I was kind, I listened to people, I had lots of friends, I was successful in school. I was I guess you could say above many people. Everything went down hill when my dad died, I didn’t know what to do with my life, him and my mother split up when I was 8, since my mother was too stubborn to leave we left together. It all went well when it was just my dad and I, I just wish I had more time with him rather then a lousy 4 years. At the age of 12 I moved in with my mother Renee Jackson. I mean I’m not an orphan or anything but with the way my mother treats me, I might as well be. It’s kind of a long story, so get comfortable.

When I first moved in with my horrid mum, I was only 12 years old. I didn’t know how to handle anything for a year I would just sit in my room and cry everyday after school. My mother did nothing to help the only time I ever got to see my mums face was when she came into my room to tell me she would be leaving for the night, and by night she meant it. I spent most of my time alone in my mums little townhouse. It was a nice house I mean my mother is a perfectionist, after about a year, a few months after my 13th birthday is when I decided I couldn’t handle it anymore. I started leaving the house at midnight to go out to parties, I started hanging around the wrong crowd, but I was too scared to actually do anything bad. I felt like I owed it to my dad to become the person he wanted me to be. The amazing girl who was more successful then others, not someone like my mother who didn’t give two shits about anyone but herself. By the time I was 14, I started doing the unexpected. I was very independent, I didn’t care what anyone thought and I didn’t want to care, I was turning into the exact person my father didn’t want me to be, the kind of person him and I left my mum for. I guess I just have too much of my mum in me because I started doing drugs, drinking alcohol every chance I got. I had a ciggie in my hand almost 24/7. I’d come home late at night to find my mother lounged in her little house with her stupid pathetic friends. I guess one day she finally had enough of me, surprisingly considering she hardly sees me, and decided to bring me here, which I can tell you now nothing you say or do is going to change the way I am and who I want to be.” I stubbornly finished the ‘summary’ of my life, leaning back in the couch and crossing my arms and legs. I starred deeply at my ‘therapist’ Cassandra Freestone, although she usually goes by Dr. Freestone, she agreed to let me call her Cassandra, but it wouldn’t matter because this would be my one and only time I would be seeing her. Throughout the whole time I was talking every time I managed to get a glance at her she’d either be scribbling some random crap about what I said into her little notebook that sat on the arm of her chair, or she’d be chewing on the end of her pen squinting her glasses covered eyes trying to capture everything I said into her brain. I don’t blame her I guess, my life’s pretty complicated. “So obviously, there has been some ups and downs in your life” I blinked at her with an expressionless face. Out of EVERYTHING I said, everything I told her, I pretty much put every single combination you can of the alphabet together to explain the full extent of my life and that’s all she has to say? Wow, some fucking therapist. “No shit” I said back. She stared into my eyes and then wrote some more stuff down in her little book. This was literally killing me from the inside out, it was completely pointless. All I want to do was get out of this stupid place so I can go meet up with some people and get wasted. “So what are you thinking about with everything Evangeline?” I can tell she didn’t listen to what I said, because I clearly stated that I prefer Ivy. “It’s Ivy” I spitted back. She stared at me ignoring my statement and patiently waited for an answer. “I don’t know and I really don’t care, all I know is that none of this matters because I’m never coming back here, so if you could just let me out of here 10 minutes early that would be great, because I really can’t fucking stand you.” I stood up and grabbed my bag and slung it around my shoulder and marched to the door. “Evangeline please sit down” she pleaded softly, “Cya bitch” I said as I slammed the door behind me, then quickly opening it again “And it’s Ivy, get it right” I stated slamming the door once again.

I slammed open the building doors and started strolling along the city sidewalk. I rummaged around in my bag and managed to find my pack of cigarettes, grabbed one and stuck it in my mouth. I grabbed my lighter and lit it, the warmth of fire warmed my nose as I blew out a puff of smoke into the cold winter air. I hopped onto a subway just as it was about to leave to arrive at, yet another, city sidewalk and marched up the stairs into my mums townhouse. I unlocked the house and saw my mum and her friends sitting on the island counter drinking whatever. “Oh you’re back! How’d it go sweetie?” she said smiling, no point in you pretending to smile, I still see the demon you are I thought to myself. “Fantastic” I said blankly while slamming my bedroom door shut. I sat on my bed while taking one last drag of my smoke and putting it out. I sat on my bed and slowly drifted off to the sound of my mother and her friends laughing loudly at every little possible thing they could.

I woke up to the died down sound of laughter from my mum and her crew. It had went from burst out laughter’s to small giggles and talk. I sat up on my bed and grabbed a towel and my laptop and walked into my bathroom. I set down my laptop on the counter and undressed my self, I bent over the sink and wiped the 10 pounds of make up off my face and watched as it slowly swirled down the drain. I slowly started to gather up my hair into a messy bun while I listened to the bath tap run and fill up, breathing in the scent of warm vanilla sugar with my stress relief bath pearls. When I finished I opened up my laptop and clicked ‘Breathe Me’ by Sia. I lit a couple candles and switched off the lights and stepped into the bath tub leaning my head back and relaxed. “Michael! Why do you always have to treat me like this?!” Maybe because you’re setting the worst influence on Ivy! You have no respect for anyone but yourself and you are nothing but a stupid fucking drunk!” “I HATE YOU MICHAEL WHITE, YOU MEAN NOTHING TO ME!” “RIGHT FINE THEN, YOU COULD’VE GOT HELP AND WE COULD’VE BEEN HAPPY AGAIN BUT NO, NOT ANYMORE I CANT LET THIS CONTINUE. LETS GO IVY” I jolted up and opened my eyes, I looked around and remembered that I was in my bathroom, I looked at my wrinkly fingers and decided to get out, I unplugged the drain and stepped out the tub and wrapped a soft towel around my tiny frame. I blew out the candles and grabbed my laptop and went into my room. I grabbed a small dress and slipped it on along with other parts of my outfit and grabbed my bag and went out to the main door. “Where are you going Ivy? Its 2:30 in the morning” my mum said acting worried, may I repeat myself, acting. “Out” I said as I once again slammed the door without another word being said. I trotted down the stairs and got a cab to a house where you could faintly hear loud music. I paid the driver and approached the house while lighting another smoke.