January 15
Today I finally leave...with tears and sadness but hope to see what my future holds. I am Michelle. I am a 16 year old, who lost her mother, and her father abused. Yet, I still stand here with strength and hope that my mother will be proud. My father left me when I was 4 years old. She had tears in her eyes but I stood by her. At the age of eight, my mother remarried with a man she only knew for 3 months. I didn't argue until her started beating her. I attempted to help her on the first beating but he just starting hitting me,too. I never had the dignity to run away because I wouldn't want to leave my mother alone. Then, came the day that my step-father ended up beating her to death. I was in school.. when I canme home and saw fresh and clean bruises on her body. She layed on the floor and didnt move. As I tried to awake her no sound came out. I knew it was him. I grapped the phone and called 911. My mother was rushed to the hospital and was pronounced dead. I couldnt do anything to help her...if I were there she would be by my side. I rushed home and cried while packing my bags. Thankfully before my mother passed...I learned how to drive. I got a liscense and had bought a cheap car. I packed the car and left with only $20 in my pocket. I ended up wasting part of my money on gas. Then, I satrted working as a server and slepping in my car. It's been a week since my mother's death and im still in my home country of California.
PS; Please comment down what you think your opinions and what you think should be dione to change it. This is my first time actually writing a full story and im going to sumbit it in chapters.Thanks for Reading!
