Brutality: We All Gotta Live Someday

Chapter 1 - Do you?

Sage

"Iris take Sage to miss Okeen's house and stay with her at all times, do you understand me?" Mama said to my brother strictly and clearly, tears streaming down her face as she looked him directly in the eye, the look that told this was the hardest decision she ever had to make.

"Yes ma'am.." He replied, looking back at her briefly before looking down at the ground.

She looked between us both, her eyes showed fear that was clouded by sadness and why? I didn't know.

"No matter what, just know mama and papa are always here," She placed her hands over our hearts, "We love you both so much and-" She cut herself off as she began to break down and slowly stood up turning her back too us.

My mother was usually a strong woman, to see the fear that screamed through her eyes and even her body language made my little heart feel a way that I didn't understand.

She turned around towards me and my mother, staring at us as if  this was the last time she was ever going to see us. Her eyes scanned over our faces as if she was taking in every detail of us in this moment, as if she was trying not to ever forget us. 

She bent down to our level and took off  her necklace that bore two pieces, slowly placing the metal lining over my neck and clipping it  closed, proceeding to do the same with my brother. Her loving gaze now turned to a serious one as she looked at us both, "No matter what happens do not lose each other, do I make myself clear?" She said sternly

"Yes ma'am" Iris said lowly

She nodded before kissing both of our heads and standing up straight, the loving mother that me and my brother once knew turned into someone else, someone cold.

"It's time Joana." Papa said coming out the room, looking at us shortly before letting off a sigh and looking at his wife. Even I knew their decision was hurting them, even if I didn't know what it was.

"Go." Was all mama said to me and my brother, her back turned towards us, her arms at her sides as she caught her breath. "GO!" she screamed at us, causing us to jump as my brother picked me up and ran towards the door.

All I could do was stare at my parents as they began to get smaller in view and they never turned around to look back at us and say goodbye. Not once.

I woke up, Jolting out of my sleep. The sun was coming up, which only meant that the streets were about to become busy, crowded and loud. Few of the things that I didn't like in the early fucking morning.

I ran my hand over my face with a loud sigh. It's always just those few memories you can't forget ain't it? After that day I can't really remember much. I was told my parent's disappeared that same day, and seeing as me and my brother didn't have a care taker anymore, we were sent straight to foster care. But after a few weeks, a couple decided to take my brother away from me, considering they wanted a boy and not a girl. After that I was left by myself, with no brother and no parents. The hell I went threw in that damn place was unimaginable, but I escaped and I've been on my own ever since then.

I didn't live in a fancy apartment, or a nice house, hell not even a condo. I live on the streets, but to me the streets is my home and I could bet I know it better than anybody else does.

I dusted off my black t-shirt as I got up, Damn my fucking head hurts.

I groaned as I rubbed my head gently, hoping that in some miracle, it would go away. But to my luck it didn't.

"Fuck it." I said under my breath, cracking my knuckles and bending down to grab the one thing that I had.  A small black Nike bookbag which consisted of a small plastic bag with old family photo's, a pair of ripped denim jeans and a white tank top. Excuse that I didn't run away with anything fancy, it was the best I got and I don't complain about it.

I dusted off my pants before putting my bag over my back. I plugged my old pair of headphones into my cracked iPod as I began walking down the block, my mind slowly drifting off into a world of it's own. 

People would casually look at me as I walked down the block, but this was the usual for me, people looking at me with either curiosity, sympathy or straight out disgust but it never really phased me though, they didn't know me or the small story that I carried. 

All these people had money in their pockets to live lavishly or at least had enough money to keep themselves well kept and satisfied, me on the other hand, I had none of that and was barely scrapping by with what I had now. But it didn't bother me. I knew one day I was going to thrive whether it be in this lifetime or the next, but something in me knew that this year was going to much different.

I would make sure of that.