LOST

CHAPTER 1

"You fucking creep" I screamed as loud as I could. "I know you like this" he said as he started sliding his finger from my knee cap to my thigh, almost going up my tight black leather skirt. "Leave me the fuck alone you creep!" I screamed. He did it again." I told you stop" I said more calmly than the last time. "Or what?" He said. I don't know why but, those words made me snap. "Or this." I said as I drop kicked his creepy, dirty ass to the floor. And after that... I ran. I ran. And ran. And ran. I didn't know where I was going, I didn't know where I would end up. I just had to get away from this hell hole.

My name is Janelle. I'm 17 and I truly HATE my life.

I know, you probably wanna know how I got myself into that situation or why I did.

Well. . . it all started last year. 12 months ago, on my 16th birthday. Yes, today is my birthday. I know, I know, "why are you being sexually assaulted on your 17th birthday." "Where is your parents." "You need Jesus". "Go home." And more crap like that. Well for those of you saying or thinking someone like that, FUCK YOU. But let me explain my story to you first, before you start to judge me.

12 monthes ago my mom and I had just gotten home. She was picking me up from school and dad was at 'work'. He was in a gang. But to be fair, he wasn't only in a gang, he was the gang leader. So, there were many risks involved. My dad was waiting for me to get home to give me a surprise.

Me and my mother made our way to the garage when we heard gunshots go off.

We ran downstairs as quickly as we could and found my father laying there, not moving, laying in a pool of his own blood. I dropped to my knees, not crying, not mad, nothing and put his head on my lap. His body was so cold when I touched him. I was in serious denial. I started talking to him saying stuff like, "thanks for the car dad." "I love you too." I swear it was like we were having a conversation. But we weren't. He was dead. Laying in my arms.

I remember what he was wearing like it was yesterday. He wore my favorite one of his many ties. It's a red tie with black stripes going horizontally, which accompanied his black dress shirt, followed by a black suit jacket.

Before he died, I was the definition of perfection. I was so nice, sweet, smart, beautiful, kind, and all that "good" stuff. I miss him so much. He held our family together, and now that he's gone. We're both gone too.