Forget me not.

1Everyday is different.

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Chapter 1

Every day is different.

I lied there, in my bed. It was my first week here sinse the accident. Witch was about 4 months ago.

Outch. I tried to lift my self off my bed, i felt like sticker stuck to my bed. I peeled myself off. My muscles ached, almost as much as my head.

"Mom.." Ow. My throat. It felt like someone took barbwire and just thought my throat would be a great spot for it.

My mom walked in my room, of course, all dressed in her fancy work clothing. I hated that. I hated her new job. I hated...her.

I coughed, "No school today. Please, mom."

She sighed. Great. "Honey, why didnt you tell me last night you werent feeling well?" She leaned against my door frame and crossed her arms.

"Maybe because i wasnt feeling well last night?" I groaned. Seriously. Something is wrong with this lady, standing at my door. I mean, how could she look so pulled together, and then come home, and throw things at me, and my little brother, Ted. When was she going to admit she is a drunk and needs help. Serious help.

"Watch your tone" I rolled my eyes, "You have to get off your ass and get to school. Now."

I would if i could. Trust me.

"Mom. Iam sick. I can barely even focus. How am i supposed to go to school?" I tried to keep my voice calm, so she would stay calm.

"You know, i go to work everyday. Sick or not. Because i have two kids to take care of. But you dont see me complaining do you? No. You dont. I work my ass off everyday for you. And you are sitting here, with a little sore throat whining." Thats it. This is her 3rd day with a job in 4 years and 26 days. As odd as it sounds, i was keeping track.

"Mom. You are an adult. I am a teenager. When Ted is sick you go and quit your job to take care of him for 2 days. And then we go broke. You think i dont care that you 'work your ass off.' ? Oh wait, you dont. You dont work your fat ass off. You sit around with a beer bottle in one hand and a fricking ciggarette in the other. If you work your ass off, then why am i always hungry? Why dont i have any new clothes? Hm? Why is our house, A COMPLETE DUMP?" I was shocked at my words. I could tell she was too, as she stomped over to her, and slapped me. "I hate you Dahnie Madrick. You think you are so better on with out me? Hm? What about you. You do nothing." I am 14 years old, what do you want me to do? Be a prostitute? Uh, no thanks. "I am your MOTHER. You have no right to treat me like this you little sl..." I knew what she was going to say. But i didnt need to hear it another time, so thank fully Ted wadled in, "Dahnie sick. Dahnie sick mommy. I take care. You work mom. I take care." And just with that, my mom left. With nothing else to say. WIthout even giving me one last glare. She was gone.

I winked at Teddy, "Thanks little man."

"Dahnie. I hate having to talk like a baby to mom." He ran over to my bed, "You gotta tell someone. Shes mean. You tell someone Dahnie. its not right she is mean to you. You dont need that sister, tell someone. And take me with you." Tears welded up in my eyes. My six year old brother. Teddy Madrick. "Ted, i know this is hard for you to understand. But i cant tell anyone honey" I tried to hide my sobs.

Ted looked confused, "Why?"

"Promise not to tell?"

"Sister, who i gunna tell?" he smiled.

"Oh alright, sit back, and pay attention sweetie. Its a long story"

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