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p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"The Mountains, a long lasting feature slowly withered piece by piece every year by the elements even though they've been standing long before my time and will continue to be there long after I am dead, but how does it coincided with me, I am but a boy in a small town in the mountains shadow, every morning I wake up and look out my window to see the towering mountain the sun leaking through the cracks and peaks, a constant in my life, such as my name Damien but not so similar to those in my life such as my family, in this small town population of around four hundred people, my family made up four of that population, me, my sister, and my two parents if could call them that, my father was a wandering drunk never really here nor there, he would never stay long enough in our house always looking for the job that paid him enough money for the next bottle of the amber liquid he preferred./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"My mother was similar in a way as to my father, her and my father had me and my sister at a young age in their teens to be more precise , she never had the chance to enjoy her teen years to party and enjoy school, go to college, but that's no excuse for what she did to me and my sister, our childhood years she was never there always pawning us on other such as our grandparents and her sister, our aunt so that she could make up for lost time partying and not worry about us , not telling us when she would come back to pick us up nor telling our aunt she was a mother we didn't have, the worst was when our mother dropped us off our aunts house, left alone at the door we realized our aunt wasn't home our mother already gone but we stayed with nowhere to go, I don't really remember how long but long enough, I had to take care of my sister most of our childhood while I tried to be the best for the both of us but I could never really be what she needed , Never being what we both needed in our lives but our aunt did her best caring for us in between, becoming what I saw as my mother , but like the mountain the elements had another plan our aunt had passed leaving our mother and us without someone, school had started for me and my sister, schools was our new caretaker so after our mother would take us home and tell me to take of my sister and leave us by our lonesome, I decided to be the adult that my sister needed me to be./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"My sister she was the world to me for the longest time I took care of her everything, we were best friends all of our childhood, we only had ourselves so we had to be friends, if she needed anything I would be there for her, for her first scraped knee I helped her clean it and put a big band-aid on it, this happened so often i would carry some in my wallet and she would come up to me telling me "I have boo-boo! Bwig bruda" , it was the cutest thing ever./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"But like most things, they end after while my sister and me grew up by the time we were in middle school we drifted apart, she had decided she didn't want to apart of the family anymore and left to stay with her friends parents only coming by every now and then to get clothes and to not raise suspicions from our mother who now decided to stop partying and staying home, unknown to her it was too late to be parent for either of us./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"By the time my grandparents had passed my mother had inherited the house but in the will my grandpa's truck had become mine, it was a old 1970's Chevy Dually it didn't run and hasn't in awhile, but every time I would go to my grandparents my grandpa would be the garage doing something to it, and I would try my hardest to help, running tools back and forth, watching him replace a part here or a part there , the thing that was sad to me was since the last time I was here nothing had changed or moved, my grandpa had not touched anything since I was last here it seemed, the engine still sat on its stand next to the workbench, the parts neatly stacked on top, the truck taking up the middle of the garage on jacks, tools strewn about along the floor most around the wheels in the front, the wheels and tires lying along the wall, all gathering a nice dusting on top, some webs criss-crossing the surfaces hiding the shine of the metal./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;""Damien hurry up and help us load the stuff into the house" I heard my mother yell from outside, my response was an exasperated sigh, as I walked outside locking the door as I went. The move was as uninteresting as most would expect I loaded most of the heavy stuff on my own while my mother and sister loaded the small stuff and miscellaneous items, my father wasn't there to help but decide to show long after I brought the heaviest items in, leaving me tired and irritated, I ignored most of the social interactions that took place that, my mother asked how school was going and I only answered to sate her curiosity soon after her questioning I excused myself from the conversation and from the diner table while my sister took over and indulged my mothers questions, she was less petty than me I guess./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"I proceed to go back out to the garage I decided it was more that perfect time for the truck to be put back together ,a lot of it was in already new and repaired it just needed to be put back onto the truck, and if I had any issues YouTube and the internet was a magical place for assistance./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"Time seemed to fly by own the next few months, school wasn't getting better for me as I began my sophomore year, I Started failing most of my classes, motivation started dying, my sister had flying grades getting straights A's and had a big group of friends to my friend of one, did not help our relationship whatsoever , she had made a choice when one of her friends decided to pick on me when i had asked her out , "Who would want to date you are just some loner nobody, right Sarah(sister)?" one of her friends laughed to her as i started walking away already saddened, I looked up when she said expecting my sister to defend me all I heard was her laugh " I know right he an embarrassment, I can't believe I'm related to him sometimes I swear he's adopted or something", she said as her and her friends walked away their voices fading into the school hallways, I looked up heart broken not for being shot down but of my sister not helping me, gone was the little girl I used to take care of, a lone tear trailed down my face, after this my attendance started to suffer I decided there was no point in going anymore my grades weren't redeemable at this point so I decided not to go in anymore, most of my time was spent in the garage working on the truck and reminiscing on the past and trying to clutch on straws lost long ago./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"My relationships with my parents got worse as I had dropped out, my mother constantly berated me for dropping out claiming that she raised me better, "to be someone who never give up", I lost it when she told me this, I yelled at her demanding when she ever attempted to raise me, or even my sister for that matter, the only one who raise me was my aunt and my grandparents, my father and I argued daily , I hadn't talked to my sister since the incident, I avoided her at every corner in my life even though it hurt me to do this to her but she made it clear she didn't want me in her life anymore , she tried talking to me more often now than ever i ignored her, so as my last gift to her was to remove myself from her life./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"I had gotten a job at a local auto store while they didn't pay much the discounts the I had been given I was more able to start the finishing touches on the truck which each check a small piece was fixed or added, most of the truck was done being put back together now it only need some fluids and could soon I could do everyone a favor and leave, I don't want to be here anymore and no one need me as my family had stated to me./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"After working for nearly a year I had been able to save a good amount of money and found myself an apartment on the other side of the town for cheap it had everything i needed and was near my job, I had decided not to tell anyone in my house, a few friends I had made at my job were the only ones, my mom had no clue, my dad probably couldn't care less , my sister….I believe it would be best to leave her alone, now finding the best time to move would be the newest challenge, moving my stuff and finding a good time to do it and to not be caught would be difficult with my dad being home a lot of the time and my mother deciding to stay home more often as well made if difficult to find a perfect moment./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"Valentine's day was coming close and I was sure my mom and father would be heading out on a anniversary date or something, and my sister probably with her friends, the time to the day practically merged together and disappeared I just worked and in the middle of the night I packed in the dead of night, the day of valentines I heard my parents leave early in the morning, my sister didn't come home the night prior, the timing was perfect, I quickly move my large furniture out of the house and into the bed of my truck the sun shining bright as I did, soon I only had a few more items left, and nearly two hours had passed, I knew my parents would be home soon so I had kicked it into high gear and was nearly running from one side to another, "what are you doing?" a voice whispered from the open doorway of the house, I couldn't help but stop like a deer in headlights the one thing I had feared to happen was happening, my heart thumped against my chest as i looked up to see her the doorway , my sister looked at me from the doorway with what could've been an angry or horrified expression I couldn't really tell or cared for at least that's what i pretended, I tried to ignore her as I took my keys out of the bowl next to the door and tried to push past her, "please Damien, stop just talk to me, im sorry, i'll say it a thousand times just stop" she cried as she grabbed me, tears pouring down her face, a part of me wanted to comfort her like is used to when I was, give her a hug and a kiss on the head, but another part of me reveled in her pain, I choose the lesser of two evils as she started to wrap her arms around me in an attempt to stop me, I stayed silent and removed her arms from me and moved her aside, not allowing an emotion to betray my face as i walked passed tears building in my eyes as I went, I hesitated memories flashed through my eyes as I looked at her sobbing form, I quickly, seemingly rehearsed , took out a lone crumpled bandaid from my wallet, the last of the mountain that I Had once had of the ones i used to to give to her , I had taken a few steps to her fallen form and opened her had her eyes snapped open as her sobs slowed I didn't say a thing I just looked her in the face and put the band-aid in her had closing it and stood up and nearly sprinted to my truck, tears building in my eyes, I through the box into the passenger seat as I started up my truck, not bothering to warm it up I put it gear flying out of the driveway leaving behind my past./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"It may of hurt to do this, it may have been the coward thing to do but I left for me I realized months after, I had gotten a new job at a diner as a security guard and had started taking courses for my GED, I had moved into a house now with a friend of mine, I hadn't heard anything from my former family and I couldn't help but believe it was for the better, not for them as I had believed, but for me to stop reliving the past and move to my future, my road to a better tomorrow./p