All Alone

Chapter 1

I wait patiently as my father pulls out the driveway on a cold, chilly December's eve. I see the car lights blinking on and he leaves going down the street to a cold wintry I do not know and I do not care to know. He leaves so often I don't even ask where he goes anymore. God forbid he is cheating. But he assures me by giving me a hug and a little kiss on the cheek. It seems like he is gone so much that my mother mostly raises us.
I close my dimmed red curtains and give a sigh. The candles in my room splatter my shadow on the wall giving it a wrinkling affect. My heater ha been busted for several weeks now and the house is always under 60. My sister caught the flu at least once. Thank goodness for my warm, fluffy blankets that I seem to sink into at night when my lips turn blue and my face pale. Night by night, sleep by sleep seems to grow longer and longer that I fear for my life. Like fighting a losing battle and no matter how hard I try I can't win. When I wake up it seems like there are ice cycles on my fingertips. But I have grown immune to it. At least a little bit of the sun's raises might warm me just a pinch.
"Sorry baby not much for breakfast. I will go to the store later this afternoon. I promise." says my mom every morning.
I don't know what she's talking about! We haven't gone to the store in ages. Not enough money. Or some other lame excuse. Boy' how I miss a well cooked family breakfast with the whole family at the table laughing and sharing funny stories. But never do we do that. Ever since the day my sister was born no one has eaten off that table. Except for maybe some door mice. Well I guess I get a halh cup of granola with not even a drop of milk.