I was in my uncle Joey's car...
We were moving from the Sunshine State to The Golden State.
My mother was just registered into the mental hospital...
For trying kill me...again...
I told her I was lesbian and she choked me until I passed out and then beat me until I woke up.
She stabbed me in the stomach and almost my heart if my grandmother didn't come home...
And then she had a heart attack and died...
I don't know if it was because she found out I was lesbian or that my mom tried to kill me...
But she called the cops before she passed and they put her in the mental hospital.
She is going there and then jail after.
So my mom's old best friend's ex fiancée deiced to take me...
And that's all fine and dandy but he is 64...
So he won't be keeping me for long..
But I am 18 so...
I want to be a professional photographer...like taking pictures of celebrities and stuff.
Not paparazzi though...never...they are ass holes...
Any way back to the present time...
It was raining and I was watching the rain drops fall down the window.
"Nikki?" My 'Uncle' asked.
"Yea?" I said turning my attention to him.
"We are here..." He said as he pulled up to the big house...
It was a two story white house with a green trim.
A big yard and sidewalk leading from the drive way to the front door.
Garage.
Uncle Joe hit a button and the door lifted and he drove in the semi clean garage.
He used to live here.
His other nephew Bobby used to live here..
"Go on inside and look around.." He said and gave me the keys.
I grabbed my purse and book bag.
I got out and walked to the front door.
I wiped my converse shoes on the mat and unlocked the door.
I set my book bag down and looked around.
Not much has changed since I was last here when I was thirteen.
I hope my room was still up stairs...
"Your room is still up stairs..." Uncle Joey said as he came up behind me with my bags.
I took my shoes off and ran up stairs, with my bags.
Uncle Joey know about my...secret...I don't like saying the word yet..
I got up stairs and I saw my Green and Pink bed...
The only thing that hasn't changed about my fucked up life is my taste in colors….
I looked at my walls and saw my Derek Bieber posters...
With and with out his flippy hair.
Selena Russo and her best friend...
Demi Torres posters ...that bitch is the whole reason I am...lesbian...
I mean damn!
Have you seen her?
So fucking sexy...I love her...even though I have never met her...
But I am sure if I did...
Wow...
But the terrible thing is that she is straighter then...well...a line...
I mean...
:(...sad face...
I also had posters of the Conn3t Brothers...
Joe Gray and Kevin Gray were/are my favorite.
If there is one person I want Demi to be with besides me...it is Joe Gray.
I hope they get back together...
I laid down on my bed making a pool of dark brown semi wavy hair under me.
I live in LA...California...
I scooted up towards the pillow and tried to sleep.
I had a long day.
It worked I was knocked out...
I woke up and got dressed in my dark charcoal gray long sleeved shirt, dark blue skinny jean's, converse, white knit scarf, and white hoodie.
My Uncle Joe has a lot of money thanks to the stock market...so he bought me a car yesterday.
He was Bobby's house...how do I know?
He left a note.
I walked to garage.
I unlocked my new…well new to me…1968 Ford Mustang MK 4890.
It was black.
I turned the key and smiled at the sound.
My mom, grandma, and I were poor.
Not go hungry poor but my grandma was the only one with a car and worked from 9 in the morning to 9 at night.
4 days a week.
Monday, Tuesday, Friday, and Sunday.
So I never used it..
Why?
I wasn't good enough to….
Yup…my life…
I turned the radio on and You and I by the wonderful, amazing, talented Lady Gaga came on.
Demi and her are the only reason I didn't tie a rope around a tree then around my neck and then jump.
I know….depressing…
But I know it will get better now.
I drove to the city and to a nearby coffee shop.
I choose you and you will be my new hangout…
I smiled to myself at the thought.
I walked in with my bag carrying my laptop, camera, wallet, phone and notebook in it.
My pen was in my pocket.
I ordered a frappe and paid.
I stood there looking around.
It was winter and stormy….just how I love it.
It was so peaceful and calming.
I took my drink and sat down.
I took my laptop out and checked my email.
Nothing….
I checked Formspring.
I clicked on Demi's profile.
The newest question.
'hey Demi would you ever go out with a girl ?.. please answer'
An anonymous fan asked.
Demi replied….'I would if it's just for fun
.'
Of course….No one ever that beautiful would….
I was the anonymous fan….
I felt a tear forming.
I don't know why it hurts so much….
But it does.
I heard a crack of lightning.
I better get home…..