Its a new story everyday, at this point I'd rather just have the same old boring life, going through the motions, not even fulfilling the expectations of living.
Now that my mom is 34, and not being a typical teenage drug attic, she's finally able to get the help she needs. Hours of my time I spent on the computer. I kept looking for some sort of answer. finally, I found it. Sunshine Rehab Center.
I decided to take the initiative to sign her up myself. I'll tell her about it soon. I just kept typing and typing. I heard loud footsteps behind me. Crap.. My mom was home.
I'm 17 now, only one more year until I move out. I've been living the last 6,205 day afraid and hiding. The willow tree was the only place I could be myself.
My mom twisted the chair around. Her bloodshot eyes were staring deeply into my soul. She does this often, and after about a minute she gets up and leaves. However, this time was different. She stared at me, and everything had seemed to change.
The mother I was normally afraid of seemed to re-evaluate herself, which made her act ten times worse. I smelled something cooking, but it smelled so frightening. Because I new what was next.
The hot greasy spatula came swinging at my head. the metal felt warm as if it was smothering in a volcano. This was normal, however... this is not as bad as it usually is. I get beat with anything in reach. And tonight was no different. If anything, tonight was easy.
These drugs have changed my mom. she had turned into someone just like my gammy told me about. And this someone was Benjamin.
