Finally Visible

This Is Me

"Fuck you!" Yup! You heard that correctly, that is my mentally 'unstable' ex-politician step dad my mum rescued from a mental health care institution and very stupidly married. But hold up a second, I need to tell you my story up till this morning.

I was born in Northern California America, 1998. My mother Angela, my father George and my brother Bradley were there to greet me, Maxine, and life was great. Bradley is two years older than me and was born when our mother was nineteen. My father was twenty-one at the time and found a good job as soon as he new mom was pregnant. When I was four we moved to New Hampshire (still America) and got a blue merl border collie puppy who Bradley and I named Sam. We were all happy and healthy until I was six years old.
My father was in a car accident and died almost as soon as his head hit the window next to him. When you hit the right spot, you die. That was the hardest year of my life by far.
A year later we moved back to California and mom got a job at a mental health care institution where she met 'mentally unstable ex-politician step dad' Rob. She thinks she can 'save him' or something, but let's face it, she can't. I don't know why the hell she married him! Bradley was fourteen at the time and I was twelve, Sam was full grown and my best (and pretty much only) friend.
When I started high school at St. Henry's I met my other best friend Hannah Middleton and we've been super close ever since.
That pretty much brings you up to date, though I should probably mention I'm fifteen now and Bradley is in juvi for selling hash brownies to an elderly woman who only realized they had hash in them when she started seeing things, realizing she was high. Then she called the police and Bradley's been there ever since. He gets out in a month though.

Okay, so back to why Nutcase is sweating and yelling at me. I have this strange connection toon to the moon, always have, so I draw and paint it in all it's beauty. Normal thing to do right? Well ex-politician doesn't seem to think so! Every time I present my mom with one of my new 'masterpieces' he freaks out and flies into a rage, yelling, stomping, screaming, swearing, breaking everything g in his reach. So I was drawing in the living room and Rob comes in, takes one look at my art and screams "fuck you!" At the top of his lungs

Now you are completely and utterly up to date.
"Chill out! It's just a sketch of the moon, it can't be that bad." Im trying so hard not to show how scared I am of him. "You are a little bitch and from day one you've tormented me with your 'art'." Mister Nutcase replies. And then he kicks my canvas to pieces.

I run up to my room to vent and go to my wardrobe. Still in my PJ's after all and I should probably get dressed. I put my matching crimson bra and underwear on and look towards my bed cause I heard my phone. When I turn around though Rob is standing there with a belt in his hand. "I should've done this a long time ago Maxine" "What the hell dude! Put the belt down! I will tell mom." That was the best reply I had, I am quivering with fear. "You won't be able to tell her, 'sweetheart'. You'll be long dead." And that's when it hit me, he really was insane and be really has tried to kill me on my birthday three years ago when he was first with my mum. And he was going to kill me now.