Jane Doe

The present-Chapter Two

The present, a funny word I must say. See time is such a strange thing, because while you may be reading this it is the present, but also the past. because time passes so quickly that every moment we experience is behind us within seconds.

Sorry was that too confusing?

In the present time, I am 14 years old. My father is still a drunk, my Uncle  does crack, and my sister left us a month ago.

The only thing I have to worry about is my Dad-and being caught by the police and taken into state custody-my uncle rarely leaves his room but my dad is always somewhere but his room.

Most recently I found him sprawled on the piano bench covered in what I hope was alcohol and not his urine.

After I tried to clean him up he woke up startled and angry and started yelling at me, slurring his words, he picked up the books containing Mozarts best pieces and chucked them at me.

I ran into my room, already starting to cry, when, I heard him stomping around in the hallway. I locked my door and opened the window and climbed out, running into my secret hiding spot.

Also known as the garden.

When Jackson wasn't out with his friends or selling drugs he was an avid gardener, it was a talent of his, and for awhile after he left it's was kept us alive. I tried to maintain it the best I could but I don't have a green thumb.

Jackson grew food and flowers, the flowers still remained, and always looked gorgeous.

This was my sanctuary, here I was safe.

I looked over to the flower bed which was covered in weeds and Daisys, "I wish you were still here Jackson, maybe we could've fixed everyone and save ourselves from this fate.", I let out a sigh, when I then heard a frustrated yell coming from my window and then a door slam. It was safe to return now, "Hopefully he won't remember" I said wincing at the memories of my father beating me with his shoe.

I collected myself and climbed back in my room and sat on th edge of my bed.

What did I deserve for my life to be this way?

The present will always haunt me more than the past will, as they are the same but different.