Mafia's Daughter

Taylor

on the drive home you could cut the tension with the knife, i don't know what's going on but it couldn't be good. we got home and Edvige hurried to go find Grandfather, and Castro and Carlos helped me carry my things up to my room. 

they even got me a thing called an Adult Coloring book! it had way more complicated designs than the regular coloring books that I've seen.

as i colored i wondered about the bag of 'candy' on my bed. might as well try it. i opened the container of what was called 'fudge' and looked over each piece. i picked out four little squares and finally i went with the one that had nuts in it. 

picking it up and taking a bit, i was shocked. it was so rich! is this what chocolate tastes like? like a wave of warmth going over your tongue. your brain lighting up with happy chemicals flowing through. all-in-all it tasted amazing! i put the rest of it back, to save it for later. 

as i was about to open the coloring book my old bag caught my eye... maybe i should unpack the stuff in it. i trust everyone here except for a few i haven't really talked too yet. i might as well. 

i got up and walked over to my bag, unzipping it. i remember how happy i was when i found this, i was at Good Will and saw this olive green bag for a dollar, it was pricey for me but i got it and it can hold an entire case of water! of coarse i didn't keep that in there, i had other stuff to carry. 

lets see, thread and needle, knife, pepper spray, granola bars, water, old clothes that didn't fit anymore, and-

i hadn't seen that picture in years, i thought i lost it. i reached into the bottom of my bag and pulled out the cracked and burnt framed photo of my family. i was around three when the fire started, my older brother got me outta the house in time, but my parents burned... Gabe tried his best to take care of me, but when i was four i decided i didn't want to be a burden and ran away with nothing but a stuffed bear and some water. I've been living on the streets ever since, i now realize what i did to Gabe when i ran away, i probably left him heard broken, i just wish i could see him again... when i was seven i tried going back to the apartment but it was vacant. 

i felt tears well up in my eyes, i quickly closed the door and sat down on the floor in the corner before letting them fall. i clutched the photo close to me as i sobbed tirelessly. 

"i'm s-sorry Gabe... i'm s-s-so-r-ry!" i hicked. 

thing is, i thought that it would be cool to be on my own, god was i wrong. i didn't like being alone but got used to it. it just happened that i didn't know how to get home, didn't know how to find someone to help me, eventually i learned to suck up to gangs to get help and food. 

i miss Gabe, but i'm glad to be where i am.