GHost

broken

Being in Foster care,and back out of it for me was just a regular routine. When I was just only Six years old, I witnessed something that will always remain in my memory. My Mom and I were very tight you know, her name was "Elizabeth Patterson " . However my father, was a scum bag who's name was " John Maxwell " he was discharge from the army after losing his leg. He was a very bad person, who would abuse,threaten, and betray you in a heartbeat,because he felt like it.I thought as a father, you were suppose to protect the one you loved.Oh but not for Mr.Maxwell he was a drunken bastard, not your knight in shining armor but your toxic dragon. I also to had
two other siblings one named Mathew and the other Venus, but they were adopted before I was. They kind of left me alone,never searched for me ever since the day happened.My Mom and I were victims of my dad's abusive world.He would hit my mom constantly ,and mentally hurt me.My other two siblings he just never bothered to talked to them,because they were total suck ups. But I guess my mom wasn't as strong as me, all of the neighborhood just said "she just cracked, or how she was always crazy", but she was never crazy, she was tired of watching me suffer.Four years around 3 am ,I heard three shots, coming from my mom and dads room.I remembered I was the first to run into the room, I looked up and there she was eyes open and lifeless.As my other siblings came into the room, they were filled with
tears,and agony. I looked to my left and seen my father,lifeless body. His eyes were closed, but for the first time in my whole entire life, I was sad to see him leave me too,because at that moment I realized that I'll have to be by myself.By myself, in Foster care. Depressed, traumatized,and broken.