Nightmares

no need to fight.

-----A/N I'm sorry for the super late update it's just Everytime I get on Wattpad I find a new book and read instead of writing you can probably relate------------------------------------------------------------------

  I walked out of the house speechless, shutting the door behind me slowly and turning my emotions from understanding sadness to a blind rage. I raced to my car and jammed the keys into the key hole only to be disappointed by using the wrong key as this only made me more cross. I trembled moving the keys around in my hands cursing, not even knowing exactly what I was mad about.

  I started the car and turned on the radio "God damnit even music is fucking dying!" I shouted. Even though I giggled it hurt to think about the closest person in my life dying. I would have no one. Katie my own sister, the one who kept me pushing through tough times wasn't going to be here to keep me strong. When we were kids our parents weren't really in the picture well our family period wasn't in the picture, our dad Jeffery was a dead beat ya know the one that walks around town 24/7 like an idiot, doesn't have any meat on his bones, does drugs and the only thing he invest his money in is drugs, cigarettes and off brand MTN dew. He was only home when his friend kicked him out but he was never there when you woke up.

  Mom, mom wasn't mom she never was. Her name was Cheryl she was also a druggie but that wasn't the worst part she was abusive and always drunk. I never knew her real eye color cause they were always blood shot but at least she was home I wish she wasn't but she was there and it made our life a living hell. Katie and I would have to be parents we grew up before other kids. At age 9 we did our own grocery shopping we had gotten jobs helping around town, we were always broke because once we bought food and essentials for the house we didn't have anything left, there wasn't enough money to pay for bills, we had well water so no need to pay that bill but we never had electricity so it was a dark life both physically and mentally, dark.

  Kids made fun of us due to having off brand clothes mostly from the dollar store clearance rack. As we grew we had seen all the hate in the world our dad had disappeared for good and mother had died of alcohol poisoning. No one cried at the funeral well maybe because there wasn't one when she died at the hospital our aunt Karen dealt with her. She pasted when I was 14 and Katie was 17 and from there on it was us, we stayed in an abandoned shack until Katie was 18 and bought an apartment. We both grew up with high levels of depression and anxiety but no medication to help, just each other.

  I had cut every time she left the house (shack), never enough to need medical attention but enough to be covered in blood but not regret because it made me feel better. I stopped when I was 17 that was the one time I slipped and cut to deep... It was a bad day at school some kids had found out I had been living in a shack and I was faced with the embarrassment of being so poor and after the talk with my sister after I had woken up on the hospital bed I will never touch another razor.

  I snapped back into reality tears streaming down my face i shifted my car into drive and sped out of the driveway leaving tire marks on the road. I gripped the steering wheel and pushed my foot on the gas, it was a straight shot from Katie's house to the country where I live, and when I pushed the gas a could feel steam rushing out of my ears and the wind felt good on my flush, wet face. 90 mph, I felt great but anger still rushed through my veins.

  "Aaaaahhhhhh" I screamed, a dog had run in front of my car. i swerved as fast and sharp as I could not knowing that a tree was beside me and next thing I knew I was out my windshield on the cold group and I was asleep.

  I opened my eyes slowly to see a man in a blue uniform with a stethoscope. "It's okay, you just had an accident, no keep your eyes open, look at me and start a conversation okay?" His voice rose as he spoke, but then faded as my heavy eyelids closed. I fought with myself, I fought and fought. Was this the end? I would be with my sister it's okay if it's the end no need to fight Melody. And that's when my eyes shut and I was comfortable...

                                         ----to be continued---

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