Prologue:
I looked around in shock at what I'd just done.
How did it all end like this? How could I have fallen so low and so fast without even noticing it?
"You're throwing your fucking life away Saharrah! After all the work I've put into you!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, veins popping out of her forehead and her eyes lit with anger. I flinched at the use of my name coming out of her mouth. She's never cursed before, not in front of me at least. And she'd always refused calling me by my preferred name. I couldn't even feel elated that she'd finally accepted that I preferred my middle name over my first, coming from her mouth, it sounded as though she was spitting something disgusting. By her using my middle name, I felt as though I'd been disowned by her, like I wasn't even worthy of being called the name chosen by her.
Feeling dejected and worn out from our previous altercation, I stared at the ground in silence.
"You can't even look me in my eyes." she said, her voice calm, desperately containing her hurt and anger. "Get out of here girl. Get out!"
I didn't even bother collecting my things. The heel of my shoe was broken, therefore useless, and I didn't even have a dime in my wallet. I ignored the mix of heated glares and pity filled glances that I felt in my direction and trudged through the living room and walked out of the door.
I'd crossed about three lines tonight in the dark tonight, and it was going to be one hell of a walk back until I'd see the light again.
