Hey guys.... (ducks and avoids the shoe being thrown at me) ok ok, so i know i havent updated anything lately, i just got back from vancouver and im on depression pills again so i had to wait for them to kick in.

This is Selena and Demi, so not Alex and Mitchie. Selena's mom kills herself and she moves to her grandma and granpa's house way out in like a really small town practically made for seniors. Demi wants to kill herself since she is unexcited by life yet when she meets Selena, everything changes. But Selena's grandparents are always saying how Demi being gay is unnatural and sinful but they actually like her as a person so its complicated.

Rated M... tis the only way I write, but im toning it down a little, well maybe/kinda.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Here we go again....

Selena's POV

She left me with nothing.

No car. That was repossesed years ago.

No money. Not like we had much anyway.

Nobody to help me. No family. Not a soul.

How could she be so freakin selfish as to kill herself? She had a child for god sake's! I kept thinking she was selfish, until I realized it wasn't truly.

Memories

She was sick, physically and mentally.

Cancer.

Brain tumors.

Body personality disorder.

They all came rushing to mind. Those were just a few of her problems. I had found out she was on drugs too.

Crack.

Ecstasy.

Weed.

Oxycontin.

Acid.

That's why she was dying. Her body was failing. Her liver and stomach mostly. The acids and the chemicals had disintergrated her whole body. Murdering her, slowly, painfully. I didn't know my father since she had been a hooker when she was younger. She had all the STD's.

HIV/AIDS

Herpes.

Syphilis.

Gonerrhea.

I was suprised she made it past 25. She did. She lived till 33. Prostitution at age 17 got me her. Drugs since she was 15 got her. She was a mess. Even in death she looked like she was in pain. Her 'peaceful' smile as the doctors called it when she was dead, looked more like a mangled frown.

She lied!

To me.

Her own daughter.

Her flesh and blood.

We weren't close. I had to work at McDicks flipping burgers and she kept on whoring herself out. We barely made the rent for this run down shack and I was pin thin, not enough money for nutritious food. I had quit school and had to start working two jobs, one at McDicks, the other Burger King. And I selt drugs on the side too. In the end I had to keep paying for her drug habit. I couldn't say no.

Could I?

No.

She begged me, on her knees, tears in her eyes to help keep her going. I had soon got into the drug habit along with her. I would be right there as she placed powder lines on the table, crushed with her blade, snorted with a cut down slurpie straw. Flying high with glassy eyes covered with stolen Aviator shades. We would pass the joint back and forth. I popped the E pills with her, sometimes crushing them and snorting them, parachuting for hours.

Yellow pistols.

Red saints.

Blue angels.

And my favorite, the hardest shit I could find.

Triple purple porn stars.

I was a mess. I consider whoring myself out since we needed money. I didn't like it. Someone touching my body all over. Their hands on my body, grasping hard as they took what they wanted. I had a couple times but only when we were desperate for cash or drugs. My mother was strong. She did it every night, countless men and sometimes women, raking in the dirty money for our drug habit. The moans and groans through the all-too-thin walls disrupted me as I counted my pills, then my money I had saved up in emergency. I sighed deeply.

What happened to me?

What happened to us?

Lies.

Drugs.

Sex.

This all seemed like a movie. Things you can't even imagine happening were happening to me and my mother in reality.

Or a dream. Something I would hope to wake up too and be greeted by a warm house and a bed that wasn't just a mattress on the floor covered in blankets. Fresh hot food from an oven and a worryless mother and a caring father downstairs.

Nope.

I dreamed like that alot. Then I got hit in the face with a sign that says 'Reality Check' as I wake up which is just my mom telling me to get up and get my ass to work.

The moaning got louder and then finally stopped as I heard the door open. I looked up to see a clearly intoxicated man, leaning against my door frame. His pants just barely covering his manhood by centimeters, making me retract against my wall, hoping for it to swallow me in an escape route away from this man. Nope, no luck, I was stuck.

"Hey there pretty girl. *Hiccup*. Why don't you come spend some time with me? We can have some real fun, i'll pay triple." He slurred out. I looked at his sweatpants, his erection sticking through clearly. Didn't he just have sex?

My mom joined the side of him. She charged $100 bucks for sex. That would get us $300. It sounded really good. That would get us some drugs, food and possibly some food. I only cared about the drugs.

"You don't have to." She spoke, replying to me.

"I'll pay $450, that's my final offer. And if you finish the night with some thang' special, i'll pay $500." He offered again.

Something special?

I looked up at him pressing his tongue forcefully to his cheek, making the universal sign for a dick in the mouth.

A Blowjob?

Fantastic. I thought sarcastically.

I nodded and stood up and got a good look at him. He was strong, tall, dark and kind of handsome but he was greasy looking. His hair falling over his face and grey dirty long sleeved shirt was just roughly pulled on. I took off my hoodie and he smiled, grabbing my wrist and slamming the door shut in my mothers face and flinging me on the bed/floor then jumping on top. He ripped my shirt off, harshly touching my pale, clean and clear skin with his huge dirty hands. He ripped my bra off and pulled his shirt off, pushing our bare chests together. I felt him play with my jean buttons before taking them off in a flash along with my panties. He didn't even have boxers on when he took off his sweatpants. My mom must have knew I would say yes when he asked and probably said 'don't even bother with boxers you'll be in her so quick'. I had heard her say that before to someone through the walls. It hurt me, knowing she doesn't care. He stopped touching me and I looked down to him putting a condom on his dick. I opened my legs and felt him poking my center, digging in to his treasure. He pushed in quickly and I gasped.

The pain.

It hurt.

It spread as he moved.

He moaned and I felt nauesous.

I could feel the rubber latex condom protecting me and for that at least I was thankful. It let myself become numb to it all, like I did the previous times. It ended and he left, gathering his clothes, dropping the money onto the counter and walking out. I broke down in tears. The pain and disgust ingulfing me on my bed, screaming in my head.

What have I done to deserve this all?

My mom walked into my room, dropped some money on the floor and as she was about to exit this room of torture and suffering she must of heard my sobs and gasps. She looked over her shoulder, her dark hair contrasting with her black eyes.

"You didn't have to accept his offer y'know?" She stated harshly. She left me to my dispair.

After a few hours I crawled over to my clothes, redressing and then over to the money and counted it.

$350

That was good enough for me. I pulled back my dresser, relinquishing an old Nike shoe box from it's dusty cavern inside the wall and opened it to my stash. There must have been a good couple grand in there. Alot of it was from prostitiution but it was mainly dirty drug money. I took a couple of Yellow Pistols from their restraints in their little baggies, swallowed them and helped them down with an old water bottle that was also placed inside the box. There was wads of rolled up cash, tons of saved pills, alot of baggies filled with weed, cigarette packs, small flask of vodka, shrooms and even some LSD. I grabbed a few pills, shoving them in my pocket before I rested for 45 minutes, waiting for the E to kick in. It took me alot to get high so this just gave me a body buzz. I felt like I was happily floating. I couldn't think of anything that hurt me. I pulled on my ratty old sneaker and caught the bus ready for my next job. I worked at the garbage fill. I pushed the garbage into compactors and cleaned the floors and walls occasionally.

I wonder when I will catch a good break?

Demi's POV

I walk through this stupid community, everyone stares at me.

And I mean everyone.

Shopowners. Old people. Middle age people. Everbody.

The summer had closed in fast. Only a couple days left of school and then i'm free to do whatever I want.

Well, more like sit around the house with my perfect parents and go to the beach on most days.

I want to meet someone this summer.

Someone who will make me feel special.

A girl.

The perfect girl.

The girl for me.

Yes, I was gay but that didn't matter to me. It did to my parents. They were still in denial and refused to even acknowledge comments about my sexuality, scared of the reply. My mom use to ask me 'So you like anyone?'. And I would lie and say a cute boy I saw at the beach or maybe just a guy from school but these days she never would. Somedays, I regret us winning the lottery. We were perfectly fine before. Infact, we were better before. We use to talk to each other, great conversations actually. We could talk for hours, days maybe, but even now my parents talking is a rare occursion. I sat on top the roof looking at the stars wondering what's truly out there. Then I rolled to my stomach, my hair cascading off the side staring at the ashphalt wondering what's buried underneath. Hearing distraught voice made me snap my head up and listen closely.

"Why is Selena coming with us?!" My neighbor screamed as she opened her trunk, retrieving the groceries with her husband along side her.

"Her mother and our daughter just killed herself. Show some sympathy." Her husband defended.

"Yeah, she may have killed herself, but she was a druggie! Just like her daughter is, and now she's coming out to live with us till she's eighteen?!"

"Please, just give her a chance. She's not like her mother at all."

"She's not like her mother?! She whores herself out and does drugs. How could she not be more like her mother?! Our daughter was a disgrace to man kind. So is her little skank." He spat harshly. I flinched. Wow, they hate her that badly.

She was into drugs and sex?

Best to stay away then.

Selena's POV

A man in a suit had came to our door. Telling me I was only a minor and that it would be illegal for me to stay in this house alone. I said I had no other place to go. He said he already knew where I was going. He handed me a letter and walked away swiftly, jumping into his prestigious car and driving away. I opened the letter cautiously and read it.

Selena. Under the Custom Court House Laws of the Government we are sending you to live with your other known relatives till your of age to live by yourself. Pack your needed things and we shall meet you outside your house at 9:00 sharp.

Signed respectfully, Head of Child Service Henry Patter.

All I needed was my drugs and clothes. I even packed some of my mothers items since I had a lack of many. I carefully wrapped my shoebox in an old hoodie and placed it into one of my bags. They met me outside, placed me on a charter bus and wished me a quiet 'good luck'. I sat on the bus, next to a sweaty man who appeared to be sleeping yet kept falling all over the place and leaning on me. I hurriedly grabbed some E and swallowed them, waiting for this torturous ride to finish. I pressed harder into the chair, shutting my eyes in a futile attempt to see if I would just luckily vanish into thin air. No luck, again. The bus stopped and I pulled on my Aviators, hiding my giant pupils from plain sight. I ripped my bag along side me and was halted by somebody. I backed up as a wrinkly man tried to hug me.

"Oh, Selena. It's been to long." He said cheerfully.

"7 years gramps. 7 *lucky* years." I mumbled under my breath. We talked a bit more before getting in his convertible. He talked about retirement and his wife and I spoke about well... a little of everything. I tried to avoid my mother. I avoided drugs and sex so left me with few suggestions.

"Yeah, I work at McDicks and the garbage land fill."

"McDicks?" Gramps asked curiously.

"McDonalds. Nothing bad." I reassured and he nodded slowly.

"You work alot for a young girl. Don't you get no break?" He stated.

"Yeah, well someone had to look after mum." I said sadly. We left it at that before he pulled to an old grocery store.

"Just gotta pick something up." He jumped out the car and I stared at my old converse that I had placed on top the console. I loved the feeling of E, it was my all time favorite. I felt truly happy on it and although after I hated the sideaffects I kept doing it. I heard the car door slam again and then the right side opened and slammed. I wanted to take my dark sunglassed off, since they were stopping me from seeing who had gotten in but I couldn't, my pupils went HUGE on E. I just sat back and relaxed until the car stopped again, eyes closed, head leant back on the side.

"Out Selena." A elderly female voice spoke demandingly. I looked up to see a black sillouhoute with it's arms crossed and another curvier one walking away with bags under it's hands.

"Fine." I grabbed my stuff and followed the old fart till she reached a room, opened the old creaky door and walked away. "I guess this is my room then." I added.

Slamming my bags down I heard a noise outside my slightly open bedroom window. I carefully pondered over to investigate. I looked though the white blinds. A girl was taking off her shirt in the house next door. Her toned stomach was tanned. The curve of her breasts in her black lace bra made me wanna touch her all over. She peeled down her jeans, letting my eyes greet her thighs and butt. As she pulled down her underwear I leant forward, gazing at her-...

WHAT?!

I smacked my head against the window causing a loud bang and me to fall to the ground, hoping I wasn't seen. I was bright red and I think just about dead from embarassment. I looked back a few minutes later to see her room clear.

Darn.

I was broken out of my thoughts of this lucious girl when I heard the doorbell ring.

"Selena, we have company, come downstairs." I rolled my eyes and grabbed another pill from the bag in my pocket, shoving it down my throat in a hopeful attempt to help my dying heart. I looked at who was downstairs and that was when I truly felt my heart die.

Review please. Should I continue this? Should I pull my brain out with a tractor? Would you like to fuck me in side with a fork 3 times and then place that fork sideways up my butt? If so, tell me.