Really you don't know much about me yet, because my past wasn't something I brought up a lot. My birth name was Maria Rose Wright, until I legally changed my name to Rose Maria Wright about two years ago. I was born into family with me, my mom and the jackass I only saw on Christmas day. He only ended up becoming a part of my life a year or so before my little brother was born.
My brother was my pride and joy, my rock. He became my best friend when everyone else abandoned me. Like a lot of teenagers I was rebelling from what everyone else had to say, and of coarse that led to me making mistakes.
As soon as I found the money, and the courage to buy a fake ID that is went I did. Every bar in Sydney, I've been there. I met a guy there who was perfect for me, keep in mind he was almost 40. But when my family and friends found out a 37 year old man got a 15 year old pregnant they didn't take that to well. Unfortunately I miscarried at 23 weeks and was left single and alone with the only real friend I ever had, my brother.
We'll anyways, my family lives in a "ghetto" neighbourhood and growing up my family was far from rich. Almost every night it was fast food and bed at almost midnight, even for my 10 year old brother. A sore stomach wasn't much, maybe just a bug my brother caught from one of his friends. Although he was sick that didn't mean I had to stay home and take care of him. As the day went on I started to get really worried because my mom had asked me to come home early but I couldn't because a had a test that day and she couldn't be home that day as she what "business to take care of".
I came home that day to find him passed out in his bed and surrounded by vomit and blood. By the time my mom got home to take him to the hospital, it was to late. That day my life ended because without him I was nothing. That made my lasting depression even worst and you pretty much know my life up until there and there is many more exciting or life changing until meeting Luke.
