So here I am. Alone. Again. Not so much again I just felt like being dramatic. Everything has changed and I'm still sitting here waiting for my mind to catch up with IT. IT being the things that were going so wrong in this life. Things weren't supposed to turn out this way you know? I was supposed to go on happy go lucky with my life and not have to worry about the real world. I have had many offers to move in with other people in my, and I qoute, 'time of need'. I had said no of course, why would I want to give up the one thing that would remind me of my mother. My mother. The one that was away right now in California or something getting treated for IT. Another thing that screwed The Plan, cancer. The one dreaded word unless you were talking about a horoscope. Cancer, cancer, cancer! And worst of all? I knew it was my fault. All my fault, somehow God had seen me do that stuff and now here He was screwing everything up. Okay so I did something wrong, so why not take it out directly on me? I smoked a little weed, so what? Lots of people have tried and got hooked on things a lot worse, but no Miss Goody Good Gilmore trys something ONE time and my mom gets cancer. Again, it's all my fault. No one elses fault, just mine. So here I am in this life, in this house, in this bathroom, with a towel to my arm trying to tell myself that it doesn't hurt, after all it's just a little blood and pain compared to what my mom has to go through all those treatments. So a little pain won't hurt, will it?
A/N this is a reposting of my previous story on another penname. Pendragon03 and You Don't Know Me