Peering out of my bedroom window I think about the recent changes that have happened in my life recently. There's these things in life that have no explanation for it. Raindrops fall faster from the sky as each second goes by, each tick of the clock, as I'm lost in thought. This world isn't as it used to be, in such a small span, things can turn to crap, the unexplainable. I snap out of my trance to hear a knock from my front door, to see my mother looking through the front windows, everything she's done makes me want to ignore her, but I just can't. She's screwed us over more than if a tornado came crashing through our house. Besides, she's seen me, turning the door away on her would seem wrong.
But would it be wrong? You know she'll act like things aren't happening. She'll take what she thinks is hers and just anger my father. She isn't really legally allowed here either. She hasn't been home for two months, who's she to take her crap?
I think as I open the door to give my, non-existent mother a welcome that means nothing to me. I hear her mumble under her breathe, loud enough for me to hear in a snarky way.
"This house is disgusting.", my mother says aloud, not even saying hello to her daughter. To comment about something she doesn't deserve to. It wouldn't be like this if she hadn't screwed us over. My mother used to care, she used to love my dad, she'd spend money appropriately, she'd clean, she made us like the pitch perfect family, we would have still been those kind of people, but she worn us down to a point of no return. Our life is now like a trash bag full of gas, you think something works out, but things fall apart quickly. She's the idiot that doesn't learn to stop putting gas in a bag, and were the bag, falling apart quickly, each time with a bigger hole.
Life isn't always perfect. It's quite the opposite now. It's funny how one person rolls you down so quickly, it seems fun until you run into something and get stuck and hurt by it. Except this time you run into a cactus. Your in quite some pain, emotionally from your stupidity to trust the person, and physically from the needles. For quite awhile your stuck finding those needles that have caused you pain. Sometimes those needles stay, like a scar. You may have recovered but you'll always be reminded of that pain.
I was born quite a happy child as you can put it. I had five older siblings, my parents had been happily married five years before my birth. Things were great, we had fun, we did what we wanted but we were close as a family. Like most families we've had hardships. Along with quite a few anchors that didn't work like we had thought. After making back to surface again from a small pothole in the road my little sister was born. A family of nine happy children, things couldn't be better. Things turned quickly. A brother was born. Mom had one out of many affairs. and that's when we started rolling down hills like idiots. I'm Danielle Lee, and this is my story.
