Chapter 1
Rya
Life is dark and twisted. Growing up my mother wasn’t the best. In fact, she was to say the least the worst. She was addicted to drugs and men. Never staying with one guy. I always thought that maybe she finally learned after the last one that they weren’t good for her.
I remember one night, I was upstairs sound asleep and I just had this feeling that I had to wake up, so I did. I walked downstairs with a nauseating feeling. I make it the bottom and all I hear is my mother crying in the hallway. So I look for her, as I start to get closer to her, I see this red spots on the ground. I look up to my mother to see she is holding her head in her hands with the red liquid coming out from in between her fingers. Her latest boyfriend pushed her down on the ground and stepped on her head. She would always ask them to come back and that she loved them. I would tell that she didn’t need them that she had my love. Her response always the same “Oh baby, your love is not enough. And it will never be the same.”
I would cry myself to sleep asking god to take me but he never did. I’ve never felt a mother’s love before and probably never will. My life is a living hell.
