Touch Me

New Start

" I have a bad vibe about this town mom" I say looking out the window.

" This will be good for us, I promise" her thumbs are tapping to the music.

I roll my eyes and I hear my little brother singing to the song on the radio. Teddy, my little brother he's 5. He is my everything, ever since dad left us he is all I have left, mom won't listen to me all she does is smoke and drink. She is crazy she sometimes gets so drunk she forgets who I am. I have to take care of her like a dog, after she gets drunk I have to push her to her room and make sure she doesn't fall. The next day is even worse.

2 years earlier

" Mom what the hell are you doing now" I say as she is drinking cups and cups of alcohol.

"What do you want?"

"Mom it's 2 in the morning why are you still up"

" Who the hell are you?"

" What? What are you talking about? It's Sam your daughter"

She knocks out and lays her head on the table

I sigh and pick her up by the arm and place it around my shoulders

I lay her on the bed and she is completely knocked out

Next morning

" SAM! , SAM! , SAM!"

" Calm down I'm coming"

" Can you get me some water"

I walk to the kitchen and she screams at me to hurry up. I'm sick and tired of her getting so drunk I have to take care of her all day like a baby.

" SAM HURRY THE HELL UP OR IM"

Back to reality

   I look around and I see that I'm back, back from my little dream. I see my new school. We drive by and I push the thought of having to make new friends and trying to find my way around on my first day. 10 minutes later we arrive at our new home, it's nice. The grass is brow and the trees have no leaves but I would expect that since the weather is changing and everything is a mess. We take the boxes from the car and we start to move in, I look around and it's really a nice house.

   My mom is working on the kitchen Alex is working on the living room and I'm working upstairs. As I walk upstairs I look around, everything is so dusty because the last person that lived her moved out in 2006. I mean that's 10 years ago of course everything is dusty.

I choose my room which is at the end of the hall, the wooden floor is dusty and the windows curtains are shut. I open up the windows and the room fills with light. I look behind me and I see all the boxes I have to unpack.
"Where do I even begin?"

Authors Note: Welcome to my first book
"Touch Me" Im really excited for you to read it I really hope you enjoy!