The night air was cold coming through my window. I remember getting up to close it. It was 4:36 in the morning. I heard a crash. I crept down stairs to see what was going on. I looked between the rungs. It was my mom, dad and brother. My parents were holding a beer in one hand and my brothers arm in another. Many other beer bottles decorated the floor and tables. My mom pulled a gun.
"You're trash. I shoulda given you up when I *hiccup* had the chance." She was obviously drunk. With that she shot my brother. I didn't flinch. Only a silent tear fell down my face. My father laughed taking another swing from his beer. My mom joined in. Only she wasn't mom to me anymore. He wasn't my dad. By now, they were nothing to me.
By morning they would be dead. This was too much alcohol for them to survive. I looked it up. And by morning, I would be gone.
at 6:00 on the dot I was out the window, climbing down the fire escape with only my leather jacket and twenty dollars in my pocket. I didn't care. I ran.
A/N: so this is my characters back story. Comment and vote. Enjoy!
