*Flashback*
I sat frozen, confused staring at the note my mother had left for me. Maybe she was just playing a game with me, hiding like she used to do when we played hide and go seek when I was younger. I waited for her to pop out behind my door and pretend that she couldn't see me, saying "I wonder where my Gabriella could be?!" Then she would find me and give me a hug then tickle me until my sides hurt.
*end flashback*
I miss those days when laughter came effortlessly. I was still taken aback as I reread the note once more.
My sweet Gabriella,
I am so sorry that I have let you down. I am supposed to be a good example for you and I have failed. But I am hoping to be a good example once again. Please do not loose your faith in me…I love you with all of my heart and please believe that this is not your fault but mine. Please take care of yourself and your father, as this is hard for him as well, but you need to help him! Be a great girl… That I know you are!
I love you,
Always
Mom
It's almost been two years since my mom and dad got divorced. My dad and I moved to Albuquerque. He thought that it was best for me if the "problem" were to be removed from my life.
He was wrong.
I am now 17 and I don't know if anything in the world could be worse than my life. My 'loving mother' is an alcoholic. My dad is who knows where and I am currently starting school tomorrow. Everything has changed. Even my view of life…
"Damn it" I cursed as I smacked my alarm, rolling over to hide under my pillow. "Ugh," I moaned as I turned to look out of my window, it was bright outside. I preferred the rain and cold. Because then I don't have to make excuses about wearing long sleeves when its 90 degrees outside.
I trudged toward my bathroom and looked at myself in the full length mirror. Same as always, long straight black hair with red streaks. Same face and body, but as she raised her hand to touch the cold reflective glass, she felt pain. Because she knew that no one around her saw what she did to herself every single day. And it killed her, because she knew that no one would know unless she let her guard down. She quickly dropped her hand and went into her bathroom to take a shower. It felt good to let the water run down her shaking body. She was nervous about today. She stayed in until the water turned cool and shut the water off. Grabbing a towel she almost slipped in a puddle on the floor. She dried her self off and pulled on some clothes. Dark jeans with a red short sleeved top and a black leather jacket were what she grabbed. School was going to interesting…