I Found You

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Hey guys, I've been having this idea for this book awhile now, and I'm finally writing it! As you can see I'm still trying to get my reads and votes up, because I am a new writer. If you are reading this now, that tells me that you took the time out of your day to read my story which means allot. Thank You

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|Prologue|

"Sometimes I just want to fly away..."

Brooklyn, Ny |9:43pm|

* "Moma I'm so hungry, please give me the money this time. You don't need that stuff." I said as I tried grabbing the needle from my mothers hand.

"Stop! I need it! And by the looks of it you don't need anymore food anyway."

I stared down at my body, all my insecurities piling up in my mind at once. I felt defeated, my mother loves the needle more than her only child. Sometimes I ask God why? What did I do that was so bad that caused my fucked up life.

It wasn't always like this. My mom used to love me, and she would tell me that everyday. She would read me stories every night and tell me how beautiful I am. I believed her, I really did. My dad, well my dad was always a dead beat. He used to beat my mother from time to time and leave out of thin air. I never understood why my mom always let him in, all his sweet talk he would feed us about how he was going to change for the better, it lasted a couple days until he found that bottle again.

One day my dad was so drunk, he beat my mother almost to death, he said "If you want to act like a hoe, then I'll treat you like one." I saw him drag her to the bed room and close the door. I heard the cries and plies for him to stop. I banged on the door only to find it locked. I was so scared, a 10 year old hopeless child trapped in this situation. Once he was done the door open and he walked out fixing his pants, almost as if nothing happened. I crawled to my mothers bed side and looked at her almost lifeless body. She was covered in blood and bruises. The room was a huge mess. I quickly went to the other side of the bed and called 911. After the call ended, I crawled on the bed and haled her almost as if she was a child.

Nothing was ever the same after that day. The police never located my father, deep down I was kind of glad cause I never wanted to see his face again. Months went by and bills piled up. My mother stopped going to work, she looked so pale and lifeless. she was traumatized. Some nights she wouldn't come home and I would have to steal food from the local store just to eat. A week later I found her passed out in the room surrounded with needles and drugs. I guess this was her way to cope. Then came the insults. I mean i knew I wasn't the skinniest but I still tried to believe I was pretty. Everyday she would tare my confidence up word by word, until I started to believe it.

Years later and I'm still here. Six years later.

"Mom please you don't mean that."

"Shut your ugly ass up, you look just like your no good father. I hate you! Get out!" she pushed me out the room, and I feel flat on my face. I didn't want to get up, I was willing to die right then and there. Hours passed and it was still and quite. Usually she would be up selling her body for her next fix by now. When I opened the door she was passed out as usual.

But this time...

She wasn't breathing. **

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