*Sirens*
"It will be alright baby... Your gonna be just fine! I'm right here... I won't leave you"
Those were the last words he told my mother before she went into labor.. In fact the last words he said to her at all... Who knew that i was going to be one of those kids who who gets to live with out a mom. One of them kids Who get to wake up wanting to cuddle up next to the woman who they love dearest only to cry because that woman isn't there. I had always felt as if it as my fault because "daddy" had always said so.. I say daddy with uncertainsy because two weeks ago i found a letter from mom to "dad" saying that I'm not his child.. And that my real dad was a nobody who just hit her up one night.. The night of his birthday. The night he cheated on mom "by accident".she felt the need to give the pain she felt back to him in a unneccicery way. Which meant for me.. I could be a child with no family.. An orphan.. I sure as hell feel like one.. I am almost 17 but i most certainly don't act like one. I had to teach myself and survive life without a family. My so called father gave up caring for my needs when i was 2 leaving my aunt to care for me unroll i turned 8 when she was murdered by her ex lover. She was the only one in the family left.. On my mom's side of course.. My father's name is Jack so it says so in the letter. I wonder if mom was ever going to give this letter to my "dad". All it said was how sorry and disgraceful she feels. And how she wanted to get an abortion. Gee thanks mom.. I wonder how she looked? Once i had turned 7 months old my "father" (Andre) burned almost everything of hers.. He didn't want to remember her.. Luckily before my aunt died she save some things so that once i got older i would have something of hers like her car and some clothing from her high school years. She had some good taste.. Nirvana and Metallica.. Nice mom... Anyhow i was never named by my mom and Andre who knows I'm not his child somehow just calls me Idiot, F-up And my favorite stupid shit Sometimes i wonder when he will come to his Senses and understand that i didn't kill mom.. For God sakes i was just born when she died.. I was a baby. But anyways when i turned 6 i named myself.... To be honest you can't judge me. Since i named myself when i was only 6 but i decided that Buny was the most perfect name.. I didn't even spell it right. But it just stuck with me my whole life.. I'm glad i chose that instead of my favorite color black..
