Alone

Past

You might be reading this and might be confused as to why you are. That's a good question why are you? Besides the fact that you want to know my story and know more about me and why my life took a turn down the wrong direction. But, if you're reading this, you have no idea who I am, who I will become, and who I have been. Time for a little introduction and if you haven't figured it out. My story starts here.

Hi, hello, my name is Asia. Asia Jasmine Williams. I am currently 14 years old. By the time, you read this I might be 15 but who knows how fast my life story will travel. Most likely no one will care. But that's okay, just continue reading. I was born on September 15. I don't remember much from my birth so lets skip ahead. When I was about 1 or 2, I was taken into my grandmother's care. My parents came and dropped me off one day and never came back. From that point on, my grandma was my rock, my parent, and the only one there for me. I had my brother as my protector and my open arms, but my grandma was the only one I could go to for advice. When I turned 6, my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer and she fought and fought and fought until she couldn't anymore. I tried to be the best for her, but I couldn't save her. She died when I was 8. We never had any one to care for us after her. No one but her.

I only had my brother, he's 2 years older than me, but he's all I got. His name is Omarion. A high school dropout, a player of the ladies, occasional drug dealer,and is broke. Those are all the bad things I can say about him. Now, you think he's a bad guy, don't you. How about all the good things? Caregiver, protector, and best brother another could ask for. How about now? Anyway, you'll out more about him in later, we'll determine then how you feel about him.

Alright?

Okay, let's talk a little more about my parents.

There's not much good I can say about them, my parents abandoned me and they have no intention of coming back for us, either. My dad's name is Derrek and my mom's name is Asha. At least, that's what I've heard. From the stories my grandmother told me, here's all I know.

My mother and father met from the streets. My dad was a drug dealer and my mom was like one of those girls in the movies that are always attracted to bad boys. My mom was a high school graduate and my father got kicked out of high school. They met on the corner of the high school she went to. She was walking out of class as the end of school bell rang. He ran up to her and complimented her on how pretty she was and he offered her a ride home and she declined and continued on her usual walk home. This act continued until she finally accepted and during the ride, he got her number and it escalated from there. Somehow my brother got here and then I followed and then they left us.

Alone.

But, that's the past.

The present is much worse. I promise.

Continuing reading for more.