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Annabeth PoV

The cold whispering wind swept through the blank kitchen and throughout the house like shadows in darkness. Unnoticeable. My tangled mass of blonde hair pulled back in a sloppy ponytail. My gray eyes scanning over my mother's mass figure passed out on her bed. I sat by her watching over her. Her breath smelled of alcohol and I knew, no matter how many times she had told me it wasn't true, she was out drinking again. I get worried every day when she doesn't come home straight for work. It's like she doesn't care that I get stressed over her. What if she gets in an accident? She even told me herself when I was little to never drink and drive because you would get hurt. Of course, I follow her advice, but she never does.

My father had died only a few weeks ago from a heart attack. I think that's why she's like this. They both loved each other to death. I want to tell her that dad would never want her to feel this way, but I don't know how. We had moved away from the dreadful place. Technically California wasn't bad, but it was the haunting memories that made it unbearable to live in.

My mom is very different when she's drunk, it's like she's a whole different person that I'm ashamed to know. She turns from a wonderful caring mother to an abusing, unlovable, uncaring, unreliable person. Sometimes I feel like I can't even be in a different room then her or else she'll do something she'd regret. Sometimes I feel like calling a babysitter so I don't have to watch over her 24/7. She's supposed to be the person who watches over me not the other way around. I'm only 17, there's not much I can do. How will I know if she'll make responsible choices or not when I go to school? I never even had time to even mourn over my own dad. I don't have anyone to break down on. I don't have anyone to break down with me. I don't have anyone to hold me in their arms and tell me its okay. At least, not anymore. Now I have to start over a new life pretending to be what I'm not, staying on the outskirts and not drawing to attention to myself. Again. I have to keep my secrets to myself no matter how much I want to tell someone, and I have to not trust anybody because I know they can change just like that. I learned that from my mother's actions. I'll learn not to fall in love and be an abnormal teenager. I hate my life. I want to give up sometimes knowing that the key person in my life was poof gone. He was the one that kept us all together and he was the person that had to die. He was the one who could unlock everything; he was the one who understood. I want to join him, but I have to stay strong for my mother. I had to show her that she doesn't have to live like this, and it's never too late to change.

I stared at the peeling blank wall. My life was just like that wall. Coming apart, and so blank and alone. I held my mom's cold hand trying to warm it up with mine.

"Mom please change." I whispered quietly. I knew she couldn't actually hear me in her passed out state but it just felt good to get my begs out. Felt good to be able to speak to someone- passed out or not- for once. I assumed she was asleep and let go of her hand. I silently walked out the door and closed it gently.

It was cold, but probably only because all the windows were open. For some reason, the brisk winds and how it tugged at my hair made me calm. Sometimes I would stand outside in the middle of the night on my porch drawing designs of my dream house. I could stay out for hours and not feel one ounce of exhaustion.

I slumped and crashed onto my rock hard bed. I hugged the frigid pillow that sat closest to my window and looked out onto the streets. Cars were passing by not even glancing at the lonely girl in the window not knowing how to live her own life.

I sighed and crawled under my blankets, which didn't help much. I pulled it up to my chin and tried to imagine it was my mother- not me- who was tucking me in but no flesh memories came. Nothing.

My eyes strayed over to the picture of my dad on my nightstand. He was smiling at the camera like nothing was wrong. His sandy hair swept to the side and his blue eyes gleaming in the sun.

"Daddy." I whispered. The name burned my tongue like hot tea and left a bittersweet aftertaste. He was the reason my mom was in this drunken state, but I loved him with my heart and soul. It wasn't his fault he had a heart attack I understood that but sometimes when you're hurting, you want to blame the easiest possibility. I put my back to the picture. I couldn't stand looking at his sweet smile and not being able to see it in real life. I couldn't stand not being able to hug him, and tell him how my day went.

The night was rough. I tossed and turned but I couldn't stay comfortable. A new place, a new life. I worried about my school that I started tomorrow. Sure, I was a smart student and always did my work but it didn't mean my life was easygoing. One time during the night, I got so frustrated from trying so hard to get some relaxation I threw my pillow across the room at my door. The loud thump calmed me down.

When the sun crept though and shone against my walls I finally got up from my restless night. I walked to my bathroom and prepared for the worst. My eyes were bloodshot and they had bags under them. My hair was sticking up everywhere and tangled in a heap of hair blob. My skin was pale and I was weaker then usual even though I was pretty athletic. I attempted to brush my hair but gave up after already pulling out so many strands that it clogged up my sink. I left the mess there, and walked downstairs. My bare feet making little pat noises against the dull wooden floor. I opened the door to my mom's room quickly. She was still asleep so I left her alone. She can't do much harm when she's asleep. At least I hope not.

I didn't bother eating I had no appetite anyways. The only thing I felt right now was the mixture of concern and sadness churning in my heart.

I picked up my backpack and slung it over my shoulder. Beginning right in the middle of school was not easy. Especially if you're switching states. Especially if you don't know anything about these people.

I walked out of my house and locked the door behind me. I took a deep breath and tried to act brave. I pulled my gray hoodie closer to my body and slipped my black converse on. I made sure my phone was in the pocket of my jeans for emergencies. I put my hood up to hide my worn out face and stepped out onto the sidewalk. I hoped the people at my new school would ignore me and just live their own life and not put their nose in mine. I already had enough drama packed in my situation I don't know if I could handle more.

This was going to be so horrible, I can already picture it in front of my eyes. I wanted to turn back. Go back to my middle school days where I could relax and live a normal life. Be just a regular kid. But no, I couldn't have that. I was a good person; I didn't follow how I got stuck with the awful life. I just want one, one, person to care for me. To understand what I'm going through.

To tell me it will turn out right.

To help me through times of need.

To bring me into the light.

To show me why life was worth living.

Who will stand up for me.

Who won't care about my outsides.

Who won't let me be embarrassed.

Is that too much to ask?

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