The Same Old Story

Pilot

"To Mom and Sierra

If your reading this then you found my suicide note. I know it wasn't the smartest decision but I did it for a reason. Moma please dont be sad that im gone. Im sorry I had to go out like this and I want you to know that I love you and im sorry. Please raise Sierra into a strong indapindant woman I never was. There is only one person that was on my mind in the moment. My daughter Sierra. You are my mistake but you are the best mistake of my life and if you are reading this I want you to know that I love you. I know that im a bad moma but just know that I love you with all my hart but I couldn't take all of the drugs and the rumers. I wasn't strong anough to handle all of that at once. I would like to be buried in Oak Hills Cemetery with my daddy. There is only one thing that I ask to be done. That my daughter be stronger than I ever was. 

R.I.P. Kenisha Ranae Andrews♥

P.S. I Love You Anayla and im sorry"

(Her mother didnt finish school so thats why the writing is like that.  So yeah carry on:)

June 19, 1982

Tears dropped from my eyes as I reread my mothers suicide note for the 100th time. Today was her birthday. She was going to be 33. My mother wasn't the worst mother in the world but she had her flaws. My mom was pregnant with me at 13 and gave birth at 14. My mother was strung out on drugs and had an abusive boyfriend named Robert Louis Patterson who is my father. I haven't seen him since the day my mom died. My mom only raised me for a year before my grandma kicked her out when she caught her sniffing heroine. My mom was 15 and she was still a teen so she was an emotional wreck. I haven't saw my mom ever since. My grandma tried calling her and begging her to come back but she didn't listen. My grandma raised me for a year and a half and one night we got a call early in the morning saying that my mother has committed suicide. My grandma took it hard. It really didn't effect me that much because I was only 3 but once I got older it hit me very hard. My grandma raised me from then and on. I always wondered who anayla was? I asked my grandma but she would ignore me or never talk about it. To this day forth I still dont know who anayla is. But she must have been important considering my mom have no friends and was the only child. When I turned 19 my grandma passed away from a deadly stroke. I always blame myself for her death because I would stress her out at times but I still loved her. I never cried harder in my life this woman raised me my whole life. Even though she wasn't my mother I looked up to her as one. I am now 20 and it is still hard for me because I dont have that motherly touch in my life anymore.

???: SIERRA!!

His voice boomed through the whole house. I jumped a little from it.

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Should I keep going or....?

Cause I already wrote the next 2 chapters. I just need to know if people feeling my story