This is a story about a girl's journey through childhood and her way of surviving the life that she was dealt. This is based off true events and real life people.
Trigger Warnings Include: Suicide, Alcoholism, Drug Use, Childhood Abuse.
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"No-One likes; Mondays. Homework. Fake friends. School. Being ignored. Drama. Liars. An empty bed. Being replaced. Slow internet."
-Amit Verma
January 2nd, 2004 - Friday
Dear Diary,
This is something new to me. This whole writing everything down. Writing the things that happen to me down for myself to always remember. My name is Hundra, I'm seven years old, and I've been living with my dad since I was two. Since, I'm starting this now - instead of when I was two. Not saying I have high expectations of myself at that age - I'll try to fill you in.
When my mom and dad met each-other, it was at a bar called The Rose Garden. It was located in the slums of downtown Eugene. Oregon that is. It had been some time in May of 96' - from the stories they've told me, they instantly fell in love and that's how my existence came to be. It wasn't long before my mom was moved in with my dad. Thing is - I'm not the only child. Before me was two sisters; Lacey and Winifred. My dad was their step-father. At the time, My mom; Ruby, was done having kids. But all my dad; Rick, wanted was a child.
He dreamed of having a son. One that matched his height of 6'5. One that would play basketball beside him in the pouring down rain. One that would make him proud by joining the Oregon Basketball team. But that - that wasn't what he got.
He got a small, premature, red-headed baby girl. He was mad at first, disappointed if you'd like, but the moment he saw me - everything changed. He thought, maybe, that he had the perfect little family that he always wanted. He was the one with the job, happily providing for his little family of five. He had his child, the one that he always wanted - right..?
To the public, we looked like the perfect little family but behind the scenes, it wasn't so pretty. My dad was abusive, only when he had been drinking. He'd change from this gentle and loving man into this violent creature that didn't care who he harmed in his path of destruction. Along the side of this, my mom was hooked on Heroine, along with her own drinking. It wasn't long before - they were getting divorced.
It's a long story, maybe I'll tell it to you some other time but for now, I'm heading to bed before I get in trouble.
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// Switching over to memories of the divorce. \\
I was crying. All I remember was crying and holding onto my Mother for dear life. We were in bed, we were just laying there, the both of us in heaps of tears. I didn't want her to leave, but she knew that she had too. At the age I was - I didn't know any better. I didn't understand why my Mother was leaving.
"Mommy has to go away but she'll see you again. I promise."
Those were the words I remember the most. I remember this loud banging, it was my Father kicking down the front door to come and get me.
