Stone Cold

Living Hell

"Clarissa Adele Morgenstern get your butt out of bed!" my mother yelled. I just scoffed.

"You call this a bed? Geez, I might have to get a dictionary for your Christmas gift just so you can search up the meaning of a bed, this is a freaking pile of blankets!" Oh well, I was going to get punished for that latter but seriously who cares there are hundreds of time that I got beaten one more was not going to make a difference.

It was true I lived on a pile of blankets in a tiny room. We weren't the richest but we managed. My mother was a drug addict and alcoholic she has been for the past 4 years. Wait no its been 5 or is it 6 I really don't remember. We managed by using the money dad left for us but since my mom refused to work our money was slowly getting wasted on drugs and all that junk. Now I work 5 hours a day 5 days week just to get money for college and when I moved father died 11 years ago when I was 6 he was coming home from his work and a drunk driver hit his car by the time the ambulance came it was too late. He was dead and there nothing I could do about it. The funeral was a week later and guess what my mother didn't even show. My uncle Luke had taken me to the funeral and back home

By the time I got home she was already drunk. She started drinking more and more after that and soon I no longer recognized her. When I was twelve the abuse started it began small only verbal. But when I turned 14 things started getting bad I was bruised and cut where no one could see it.

I wish I had a normal life.

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I am sorry this is a short chapter but honestly, if I kept on going I wouldn't be able to stop. Will update frequently like maybe 3 times a week.