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The dark and I were enemies, bitter enemies. It was never ever welcome in my world, defined at the opposite of light, yet the dark was so much more. Its were the beasts would hide, and at night the beasts would dance naked, or so my imagination said, but Ginger gave into that darkness, and that darkness had taken over her, and made her something else, something horrifying. I new she would go to Hell.
I lived in the Ghetto, in a crappy apartment. The walls had piss stains everywhere, they were busting down anyway, chunks would fly into my bowl of lucky charms, lucky at the time I had the littlest amount of money. I lived with my single mother, or should I say she wasn't single, she had bad addictions, alcohol, drugs, and men. It hurt me to watch her just destroy her life, give into the demons, it all hurt me so much, but yet she was my everything. I remember one night when it was storming out like hell, and the rain was just collapsing. I found her crying, on the pee stained couch, which was busting down, like a bridge slowly breaking. "I wish I could have been a better mom,” she cried. I wanted to cry but I didn't, I didn't at all, I just stood up against the wall, across the room, looking away from her, not thinking, not doing anything, just silent, deadly silent. At the time she was sober, which she wasn't very often, heh, that was the last time I had ever seen her sober. I was only 8 years old, no friends, stuck with my mother, well I was basically alone due to the fact that my mother Ginger was always out getting drunk and partying, it broke my heart really, but I guess I got used to it.
I was so happy when school had came in September; it was a great way to escape the house. Although the school was crappy, the teachers were lazy. They would just eat, eat, chat, chat, drink, and drink. I had no friends to start with really; I would just sit in my beaten desk, looking at how happy the other kids were. I felt rather sad seeing their smiles; they were all so pretty. This may come across being kind of weird but as a child I had always wished everything bad would just go away, and all of the children would take hands and form a circle of light, and dance around. All happy and smiling, not caring what color skin you were, or what religion, how fat or thin you were. We would all be happy, unfortunately that would never happen. I was 10 years old when I met Trishie. Trishe was 11 years old, she had the worst glasses ever. They were fat, she was thin, and her hair was messy, and she had so many freckles everywhere, but that first day of school I be-friended her, and from there on out we became best friends. Everyday we would play together, take walks along the parks, although I could see that the parks were dying. The swings that needed someone to play with, the grass that was crying for the angels tears, and the trees waiting for a hug.
I originally failed to see Trishie's true beauty, but one day when the sun was shining brighter then ever, it tilted upon her skin, and I said "Your so beautiful" looking right at her, she then smiled at me and kissed me on the cheek. I then looked at her. "Are we gay?" I asked? "I don't know, do you want to be like the kids all say we are at school?" she asked? "Sure, why not" I said. "Okay" she answered. Then we would walk all over town and tell the people about our good news, unfortunately it wasn't good news for my mother, she beat me like crap. The kids at school teased us, but I didn't care, I had nothing to be ashamed about, I loved Trishie and there was nothing that nobody could do about it, and Trishe loved me Nadia back just as much, maybe even more, or maybe I loved her more. Trishie and I were always together, a perfect pair, and we planned to be together forever and ever, and are love was amazing, we loved running together, picking flowers for each other together- like once we found this abandon garden of dead roses, we then brought them back to life, planting them, and we would dance upon them, in the angels tears, in other words rain, and it had became are garden, but unfortunately they built a Wal*Mart over it.
My mother had many boy friends, and they all used her for one thing, I found it to be pathetic, such players they were. I know my mom could have been something so much better, she was a good person deep down, and she just gave into the evil. I would come home one day, and it would be the saddest day of my life. I would walk into the apartment, coming home from Trishie's and their on the floor, I found my mother shaking back and forth, with her eyes wide open, she looked at me, and her tongue stuck out, she was dying, dying of a drug overdose. It had almost happened many times before, but this time it was going to go all the way. She then looked at me with her sad, hurt, sorry eyes, then slowly stopped shaking, looking up at me, then stopped all at once, and she as well died. I would sit there just looking at her for two days, imagining what she would do if she were alive. I could smell her corpse rotting but I just looked at her, and kept looking, looking, looking, feeling sorry for her, and I knew were she was going, I simply would not follow.
Only three people came to her Funeral, Trishie, Trishie’s mom, and me. Huh, how nice it is to only have THREE FREAKING PEOPLE come to say goodbye to their loved one, but I guess I had no family after her. I remember the priest saying "Maybe god might have token her to heaven if she would have changed." I didn't cry at all, I held all of my emotion inside. Five minutes later a car would arrive; a busy woman came up to me, dressed in a black suit. She was the lady who was going to take me away, far away. "People want to adopt you, so you have three minutes to say goodbye,” said the lady, going back to the car. I then looked at Trishie, I simply hugged her, then left. I couldn't cry, I couldn't leave an emotional wreck, knowing that would be the last time I would ever see her. So I just went into the car, trying not to look back as she drove away, but I couldn't help it, I looked back seeing Trishie from a far distance, and a tear shed right from my eye, I quickly cleared it from my face, knowing at that exact same moment she had shed a tear also... Four years later she would die in a gun shooting... As for me, I was adopted by a pleasant family, and raised to become something great, big, and wonderful, and know that Trishie's spirit will always be with me, forever, and ever, and that the roses will grow.
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