This story is about a girl who loses almost everything precious to her. Her life wasn't looking too good from the start either.
`•.¸.•´… CHAPTER ONE …`•.¸.•´
I'll never forget that house down on 64th street. I lived there, laughed there, and became who I was there. It begins with birth, and ends with death. My mother ended where I began. Being seventeen years old already, I thought I would be over it and more mature about everything. I thought. I think. Thinking is dangerous for me. It leads me to places where I shouldn't be, although it helps me make decisions and get through things. In fact, I was thinking too much even now. Just because of the fact that she was here.
Her name is Melinda. She is my dad's new girlfriend. Or fiancé. Or an ugly fuzz bag with a stupid outfit from the 80's. Whatever you call someone you don't like that your dad "loves." She moved in before the marriage to make sure that it works out. This was fine with me. I mean, when you have a rich father and a big house, you won't see each other much. I wondered if she was as crazy and creepy as she looked. But, of course, I won't even give her the chance to know me.
By week one she seemed like a good person. She included me in on things, let me show her the things I liked, which were rather dorky, and got to know me. Her friends had the same interests as I did, so she was well used to my kind.
By week two she started taking demands. She took over the grocery list in which I prepared myself every week for years growing up. I now even had to clean my room! And let me tell you, that was a scary event. We almost needed to call in some mutant specialists! Even so, my computer time was limited as well. There goes strike one.
By week three she thought she was the queen of the house. Everything had to be her way or it wasn't right. I accidentally put a dirty bowl in the sink with the clean dishes and I was grounded for the weekend. Goddess forbids, I can't even make a simple mistake without her freaking out. There goes strike two.
By week four I learned something that will change my life forever. I was reading through her e-mails, trying to learn more about her. I was curious, as would any teenaged girl about her father’s love interest. Anyway, I read something that I shouldn’t have. I wished I never saw it. There, in the middle of the page:
“I finally took her out. Morgan is dead.”
My heart stopped. Morgan is my mother’s name. Was my mother’s name. Tears started flowing down my face in a never-ending matter. My hands trembled. I couldn’t breathe. I wouldn’t. I fell off the chair and hit the floor. I was knocked unconscious.
