Never fall in love. That was my mother's final word to me before she died when i was thirteen. She died from a broken heart, caused by my father. He always told her and I that he loved her. That he loved us, her, with all his heart. But when i was seven, that all changed. All his clothes, his belongings were packed and put into his run down van. My mother had just came back from work when she saw this. He came right up to her, not even blinking once, no care in his eyes.
"I never loved you. Your worthless. I have no feelings for you or your daughter. I'm leaving."
And with that, he was gone.
I still remember standing on our front lawn, staring at him as he pulled out of the driveway and drove out of our never even looked at me. He never said goodbye. My mother worked two jobs, pulling late shifts every night and day, just to make sure that we had a home, we could eat and i had a decent schooling. I asked her on day that if i was a good girl and was nice and never did anything wrong for the rest of my life, would daddy come back. She pulled me into a tight hug and cried. I was to little to understand why he left and I guess I'll never know the reason. He just decided that day that he didn't love or care about us anymore and left. I asked mother that if i quit school and helped her work she could have time to relax, time for herself. She sadly chuckled at that and said 'I want you to get a proper education, better than what i got. I don't want you to drop out. Don't worry sweetie, we'll be fine." But we weren't. Mother began bringing strange men to the house at late hours of the night. They gave her money and she brought them to her room. I was always hiding in the crawl space in the attic, watching men that i never saw before coming to our house and do something with mommy. It wasn't until I was twelve that i finally understood, We were starving, we had no money. The bosses that my mother worked for always found a reason, As ridiculous as it could be, to cut my mothers paycheck. We barely got by with the income we had so we barely had any food. So my mother turned to being a prostitute. To try to get food on the table for me and her. It wasn't until i was a little older that twelve that i started to realize that my mother was sick. She was always so pale, so tired. Always coughing and sweating. We didn't have enough money for the doctors so i tried to take care of her as best i could. It was a month before i was thirteen that i learned that my mother was dying. I was so scared, i didn't know what to do. She told me the night before she she died that she wanted me to bury her at the outskirts of town, near the little stream that she used to take me. Then i would take her money, which was almost 500,000 dollars, and find a place to live, a job and continue to go to school. She knew a long ime ago that she was dying, not long after my birth, so she saved as much as she could for me over the years. She told me that she would always be with me where ever i went she would be there. She died shortly after. I checked the time when she stopped breathing, she died the second i was born.
Fourteen years later.
I danced onstage, singing my heart out. The only time i ever felt free was when i was singing and dancing. Not alot of people knew about my past. For th e people who knew, they kept their mouth shut about it, not wanting me to get upset about it. But they didn't know that i was numb. My heart was shattered, beyond compare. I had witnessed many things that made it shatter. Expecally that one night, and that night happened to not be my mothers death. Years after she died, my heart shattered that moment and i haven't been able to fix it ever since. You wonder why i'm still happy? Why I'm always singing? Because i know that my mother is out there, watching me, and i know that she doesn't want to see me said. A fake smile or a real one, no one could tell. But i always smiled a real smile when i was doing what i loved, singing and dancing. Ever since I was i high school i've been working at the 'Devils nest'. It was a bar were you could fit in, be different race, culture, gender, religion, prostitute, gay, Bi, Trans, you would never be judged. Away from prying eyes and harsh words and whispers. Here, you could be yourself and no one would judge you, criticizes you or think different because everybody is unique.
I was one of the four main attractions. I was the singer and dancer. I guess you could say i was good. I don't like gloating or anything so i say I'm good, not the best, but good. I was payed extremely well. I lived in the city now, in a studio apartment. I didn't have to worry about bills or anything because of how much i made and saved. But even though i lived well, i couldn't help missed him. My best friend and on e true (and secret) love...
Freddy Krueger.
You may wonder how i became best friends with him. How i could miss the Springwood slasher. You see, i knew him when we were just toddlers in kindergarten. We became friends with both bad lives, feeling unwanted and people wanting us dead. We stuck together while we grew up and never left each others side. We both became sadistic and when we were teenagers we did kill together. It was a way to vent the rage and tragedy that happened over the years. During our high school years we were inseparable, like salt and pepper, no better yet, peanut butter and jelly (yes i have an addiction to peanut butter and jelly, so what). Since i lived by myself, my home was a save haven for Freddy when his stepfather was out of hand. Our little group of misfit friends hung out there and drank, sang, played stupid games while it was WW3 out in our homes. We pretended that everything was alright. I don't know how or why but i fell in Love with him. And hard. But i always kept it a secret in case he didn't feel the same way and left me.
Back then i looked totally different then i do now. Then, my abyss black hair was halfway down my ass and slightly curly. My Dark blue eyes still held that mysterious light that made some people scared and some people happy. My creamy white skin was pale and almost unmarked. Back then, my heart was, what you can say, whole.
My name is Roxxanne Molly Jewels Daytona Foxx, and this is my story.
new story so i hope you like it. i came up with it only a few hours ago but i think this one is going to be really goo. i'll be posting more stories shortly so don't worry, i haven't forgotten about writing so...DON'T KILL ME!!!!!
