Temporary High

Chapter 1: The Start Of It All

Hi, I'm Rose Edwards. I had a bit of a hard childhood not the worse out there by any means but it still wasn't rainbows and unicorns, I was born out of anger, hatred, and most of all out of the fact I was the only reason my father would ever stay with my real mother. You see my mother was very obsessive and always got want she wanted: My father fell prey to my mother's tricks. It didn't last and when I was three my mother got bored of my father and end up killing him in his sleep, leaving me fatherless.

  A year goes by and my mother only gets worse, I had to deal with my mother selling her body on the streets for money. She would tell me to go hide in the bushes and leave me there for hours at night, she would leave me alone to fend for myself while she went out partying. My mother would welcome strange men into her bed. She would starve herself along with me, and the little food she would eat never stayed down for long because she would cause herself to throw up. Most of all my mother was always anger and constantly trying to commit suicide.

Causing me to be my mom's only outlet. There was no one to stop my mom from beating me on a daily basis. No one to say that's enough. No one to stop her from trying to kill me along with herself ( maybe the most selfless thing she ever did ) . No one to try and stop her from murdering her own child...but one day all that changed.

Someone in the apartments had heard a loud bang and crying and quickly came to the door and started knocking loudly. My mother would have not answered the door any other time but the person was banging and yelling extremely loudly and she thought it would be best to just answer the door before more people started trying to see what was wrong and there was definitely something wrong. As she started to open the door she realized to late that I was behind her and I looked like I had been ran over. As she came to realized her mistake the person saw me and their eyes widened and everything can into view.

Before my mother know what happened the person had called social services and they were taking me away as I didn't know what was going on I cried and yelled to my mother but I saw she didn't care and soon I wasn't crying for anyone in particular.            

  That day has I was taken to my new foster home my mom had committed suicide by slitting her throat, a team of police had been called short after I was taken. They searched the place and soon came upon many illegal drugs and a man's corpus rotting in the closet. They were right about to cuff her when she grabbed a knife from the kitchen and made a gushing bright red smile across her neck. And that was it, she died and left everything she had broken and beaten down still in the world to live their pitiful existence.