a girl with a broken dream

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
short story about a women with a dream, facing her reality.

Submitted: February 04, 2016

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Sitting in this cold, quiet, dark room watching her shoot up over and over, drifting deeper and deeper into the high of heroin pumping through her veins. She is a pale women, brown dirty hair, dark circles around her eyes, but that is what to expect with an addict. Is this what my life has come to? Watching my mother, the women that gave me life take her own away, slowly. I feel like running, running far away from here and never returning to this dreadful place. If I do that, disappear, my little brother will fall into the obis of the same drug. So I stay tormented, the overwhelming feeling of complete helplessness. I'm in the living room of an old run down house, my house, the only one I've ever known. Their is only a single couch, an old box TV sitting in the corner. A small table at the other end of the room, with a chair in front of it, which my mother is sitting in, I'm on the couch. Then something shocks me out of my deep thoughts. A scream, someone screaming, me screaming, then I remember where I am, what is being done to me. The only way to forget is to think of what life could be like if daddy never left us for that women, that damn women, blond hair, blue eyes, typical. I blame her for this. I day dream about living in a big beautiful house with a big yard and a white picket fence living with Alex and Mom and Dad, maybe even a dog. One big happy family playing in the yard. I day dream for a while, but once the man is done, I get up and go to my room wondering why Mom never did anything to stop what was being done to me. In tears, I whisper quietly, as if speaking to my Mother directly, 

"I'm done." The next thing I knew I'm packing me and Alex some clothes in this black large duffel bag. As I'm stuffing my bag with personal belongings. I'm running through an imaginary list in my head of things we may need. I tip toe over to Alex's room, he's sleeping, I wake him.

"Alex, Alex! Wake up!" I whisper just loud enough to wake him.

"Sissy? Where are we going?" He exclaims.

" Just get up, get dressed!" He stares at me blankly for a moment, still waking from his nap, the poor boy is only eight. He stands gets dressed and scurries around the room packing a few things. Once he is ready we head toward the back of the house and sneak out the back door being as quiet as possible. I brought just enough money for two bus tickets, one way. We walk on the bus and sit in the back away from people. We have been driving for what seems like forever. Alex fell asleep, head on my shoulder, hes so innocent. We suddenly stop, I look at the street sign it reads 21st street. I wake Alex we stand and go toward the front of the bus. Once were on the side walk, I look left then right, trying to remember witch way to head. I haven't been here, standing here on this street since I was ten, Which was seven years ago..today. I officially decided to go left then at the end of the street we take a right. We walk up to a big blue house with white shutters and a white door. Slowly we walk toward the door up three steps. With my heart pounding deep within my chest, I knock on the door, just below the peep hole. A tall lean man wearing a blue button down top with black work pants answers. My heart stops.

"Hi Daddy."


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