I was sitting in my room, if you could even call it that. I didn't have a bed or a blanket. I had a pillow. That was all my mother allowed me to have.
I should introduce myself before I drag you into my problems. My name is Kaiden Sharpe. I am 13 years old and I do odd jobs to put food on the table. You're probably wondering why I don't have things if I regulate my own expenses.
The answer is simple. My mother is a drug addict, and spends all the cash not for groceries to fuel it. What better way to pay for her addiction than with the money scraped together by her only child to feed them? The lights had long since been shut off, along with the water. I had to shower at the bus stop before work every morning.
She was not always like this. She started when my dad bit the bullet, literally in this case. Then as she struggled to cope, she looked for an outlet to cut loose her feelings of guilt and hatred. No thanks to her whore friends.
Its slowly getting worse, I can see it in her eyes. She constantly craves it, and when she doesn't have her fix, she gets violent. I can't stop her from wasting the majority of our money without being beaten and abused. Scars I won't soon be forgetting.
But I can't take it any longer, I'm done slaving my life away to feed her hopeless addiction. No more.