Jane Doe

Found out-Chapter 1

Blackness, then yelling, banging, gunshots, screaming. That's all I remember before my brother left; Taken away from a family who was already complicated. And now it was missing the healthiest part of it.

Three years. Three long and tiring years so far without Jackson. Jackson Doe, arrested for selling crack cocaine.

He was shot three times in the arms before being tackled and dragged away to a 10 year sentence in the state of Florida Penitentiary.

He was 17.

Ever since he left Mom started smoking cigarettes again, then she started doing drugs. She died of a heart attack three years after the arrest.

Now it was just me, my older sister, my Dad, and my uncle.

Perfect right? Actually it's the exact opposite. See my family isn't normal, never has been. Let me explain.

Ever since I was six, my family has been involved in crime, violence, and drugs. I bet you're wondering how I wasn't put into state possession.

We ran, anytime we heard police we hid in a secret room behind the water heater, it was just a closet but the county police of Jacksonville are dumb enough to not look for hiding spots.

Eventually we were on the run, nobody was allowed to drive, nobody was allowed to go out for liquor or beer unless they looked old enough and wouldn't be questioned for ID.

We kept bikes in the garage for all of us, and were always on the edge of our seats ready to run. I learned how to shoot three different guns, and how to get out of handcuffs.

By the age of eight I could defend myself from almost anything.

Then they took him away.

Without Mom, Dad became depressed and a drunk, the very man who taught me how to fight is the only person I've ever had to use these skills on, and it's all because of his stupid drinking problem.

I stopped going to school after my teacher started questioning my bruises.

My father told them he was homeschooling me.

Now I live everyday waiting to be dragged into prison to rot.

And be forgotten.

I am Jane Doe. This is my story.