To have and to hold

Life itself is an honor to live but the living creatures beside you and I, that's what makes me want to die...

I never expected to be born to such a messed up family, my mother is a druggie who can't hold a stable job and my father was a drunk....it was always him against the alcohol seeing how much he could drink...reminded me of Edgar Allan Poe...but the alcohol won last year and we lost him. My older brother was the popular one who did all the sports...total jock behavior and was the hand someone...right now he's the lead in football and he's doing great in school, but what people don't see is the alcohol and partying and fights...the whole shebang.

Me, I'm just here. I don't do sports, I don't do drugs or alcohol, and I definitely don't do well in school when though I try my hardest.

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Walking home from another boring day at school i didn't expect my mom to be home and sober on the front porch. She was talking to a man dressed in this fancy suit, probably a salesman? I walk up to the porch and try to slide past them but mom grabs my arm and says "oh! Here he is! I told you he's a pretty little thing ain't he?" I look at the man and he's looking at me very closely. Watching my every move he gently grabs my chin and pushes my head up and to each side, "hmm. And how much were you thinking for him?" I start to panic and push away from the both of them...."haha very funny mom..if you wanted me to get a better job you could have just asked". I start panicking noticing that she's serious. "What the hell mom!!!! Are you fucking kidding me! Youre going to sell me just for some drug money to feed your addiction. Wow" she looks away in shame while the man smiles a big grin. This isn't going to end well for me with that look he's given me. Oh God please just end my misery.