Nothing about my days since I've been born has been amusing. An aeroplane road trip to Snowy Norway ended up crashing down and never been seen before when it got into the foggy medos. (Details about the plane crash will be posted later).
Fast forward to 7 years of my life. I've been thanking for my mother cancelling the trip for me since I was too young to fly. I'm at least the cause for my only parent's existence now, but I can't tell how my mother has been taking such tough obstacles through her life ever since she found out I was coming.
I've always felt like I was a curse, which only leads to people around me dying or people around me to have pain. As a nine year old kid. Living with my mother in a small one room apartment in the garbage area of New York City was all we could afford.
All my life my mother was someone I'd afraid I'll someday become. Spending her years with her door locked and inside screaming and crying for hours and hours. Drugs on the floor and blood stains on the wall.
My mother tried everything to love me, but as a young girl I couldn't understand that she wasn't capable of that. Yet she became someone.. I was rather afraid of. I saw her as someone psychotic and someone a child would not want to call their mother. She frightened me, when she always tried to find a way to be with me, even though I never chose to let that happen.
Our money came from my grandfather's savings and we were noticed that all will be finished as soon as I turn 17. Looking back at our condition, I saw why I always say my mother's eyes filled with fear, the fear of not either of us surviving.
Hope you guys got a sneak peek of how dark the story will turn! 💕
Posting as soon as I can.
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Winter hues
RomantikCallisto Jennings, more preferably known as Crystal. Awakening from the weak, I taught myself to be stronger. A new world inside my head destroying me. As Jason Andervell dared to to accept the demons inside my head. I couldn't say no. And till ou...
