Guardian Angels

Chapter 1

“Forever and always, baby girl.”

I awoke with a muffled cry that was holding my lungs hostage, as I failed to calm my erratic breathing.  My attempt to calm myself was interrupted by a leak dripping on the back of my hand. No, not a leak; tears. Parallel streams of tears running down my ghostly complexion. One stream runs down off my face and pools on my hand, between my knuckles were it continues its journey between my fingers and on to the sheets I have grasped in my hand. The other falls straight off my jaw and onto the sheets. Wonderful, now my grey lifeless eyes will be bloodshot and my father or the police will think I did pot at 7 A.M... if only marijuana could help me, if only it was that simple.

If only that small amount of herbs could help me escape the fact that my mother is dead, my baby sister has permanent damage to her vocal cords, my father turned into a workaholic and that I have become the care-taker of the household. I know it won’t work, because if tried it all before.

Weed- made me hallucinate I was still there, bleeding from the shallow cuts covering my body, sitting in my mother’s blood.

  Crack- made me edgy and think everyone was covered in blood.

 Alcohol- made me want to be dead.

I tried that twice. But my god brother, Jake Maxwell; found me both times and when I woke up the second time in the hospital I saw him crying begging someone to make sure I never tried again, and if  I'd try once more for god to take him too. I made a promise to myself never to put my family through that again.

BANG!

My door swung open reveling my adopted sister Patricia- though she perverse Tris- and my baby sister Lainey, right before they tackled me...

After we were all up we ate breakfast and went to school. We dropped off Lainey at the elementary school, our fathers brown hair looking like a mop on the nine year old's head as she ran her brilliant blue eyes turned to face and glow brightly at us, as she signed a thank-you.

As I pulled into the High Schools parking lot and saw the horrid sign saying that homecoming tickets were on sale today, I knew Tris and I were in one hell of a week at Buffalo High.