Tales of Another Broken Home
I could see a girl she was young with blond hair, and she was looking up at my window, like she was waiting for me. My heart dropped as I realized it was her, and I flew down the stairs of my apartment building like a bullet.
"Jesus, you look older" She said when she saw me.
Then I woke up. Plain and simple I finally get to see her again and it turns out to only be a dream. I finally get a chance to make amends for my idiotic behavior a year ago, but even in my dreams I can't. I still hope I will run into her one day, but if I do I probably won't recognize her, since I burnt all of the pictures of her. She was everything to me the love of my life and I lost her. She just disappeared without a trace and now I don't even remember whatsername. I do remember the story though, so I guess I should start a year back.
One year prior:
"I'm so fucking tired of living in this redneck hell hole of a town!" I screamed at my mother
"That's no way to talk to your mother" Said Brad
"Shut the hell up" I yelled "You're not my father."
With that I stormed out of the house. I hated it here, but I had nothing else, so the second my mom and Brad left the house I snuck back in. I grabbed a Mountain Dew from the frige and sat in the living room and watched TV. I must have fallen asleep at some point though cause' I woke in my arm chair while 1,000 Ways to Die was wrapping up. The wardens still weren't home though, so I went through the mail and found an other notice of foreclosure, right next to it was, you guessed it, a shopping receipt for 500$ all spent on booze, and cigarettes. I needed to get out of this place bad, so I pack all my junk up and left.
Okay so the next chapter will be longer I promise but I have to make a chapter break here. BTW my other fic was on hiatus, cause I lost my story line for it but im starting to re work it it'll get done eventually
