Everchanging Misery

Before the tragedy

My life started before I was conceived, long before I was thought of, in the deep south of Mississippi. A woman by the name of Deborah grew up with 3 sisters and 2 brothers. She was the middle child and supposedly the athletic, rebellious one of the group, who hated animals but loved her siblings and other family. As she was in her mid teens, she was dating a man who I know not his name, but he had a best friend named Don. Don and Deborah grew to love each other, and soon the girl left her first love for her second. They did not get married in a church, or go to a priest, they simply decided to go to a judge for their marriage license.

Their first child was a boy who Deborah named after her husband, Donnie, though over time his cousins and friends seemed to call him Coot. Then, after a few years, they had a daughter. Her name was Bridgette, and a nickname that she once had but had faded unlike her brothers', was Ginny. And so Deborah and her family seemed to have a happy life. They were the perfect family who went to church every Sunday, they went out to eat at least once a week, and their children would bring home their cousins and other friends to see what Deborah had cooking that day. But, all of that had changed once their children became teenagers.

Bridgette and Coot were always getting into trouble. Going out drinking and smoking cigarettes with their friends, and even soon dropping out of school. Once when Bridgette was fourteen years of age, one of her friends gave her a tattoo on her back, and her father was not happy about it. He scrubbed it off of her himself but some of the tattoo still remains on her back to this day. One day though, A friend offered Bridgette drugs. I'm not sure if it was heroin or meth or crack, but she took it anyways and soon became addicted. She offered the same drugs to her brother, and it all went downhill from there. They would hide money and drugs in their rooms, became withdrawn from their parents, and had turned away from almost anyone who wouldn't give them money or drugs. One day, they were out partying, and Bridgette met a man named David. David was an alcoholic and a drug addict himself, and they both had taken a liking to each other and started dating. After Deborah had found out about her children's addictions, she sent them both to multiple institutions to get them help, but alas, it was not to be. Even though Coot was doing really well once he got out, Bridgette did not. David had talked her into getting back on heroin and other drugs, but a few days later, she found out she was pregnant and immediately stopped. However, it was too late, for the baby would not have a healthy mind. She got a DNA test and found out that David was the father, and she took him to court to pay child support. He never paid it, and they ended the relationship- Bridgette was a single mother. David soon went to a different woman and had soon gotten her pregnant two years later. Eight years later, another girl had gotten pregnant.

The first girl was named Olivia, the second is Alexis, and the third was named Daisy. I'm Olivia, and this is my story. I call my sister who I've known about, Lexi, and I'm not sure whatever happened to Daisy and her mother. I thought her mother was very nice and at the time I think my father was going down a good path, but it did not last- neither did my childhood.

I will show you what a world full of drugs will cause, and even though I've never taken them like my family, Addiction is a family disease-one person may use, but the whole family suffers.