Chapter 1

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING

What's life without a few bumps on the road?, they say. Whose they? No idea but thats all I ever here anyone talk about. Life isn't life without a few bumps. Well explain to me why I have all these pot holes that have me swerving off the road sometimes and almost dying then? This isn't fucking bumps.

"Aine!" Nora whisper-yelled as she tried to wake me up from our beautiful slumber. (Sarcasm.) "What!" i say, jolting up, annoyed. "We need to go over the plans." she says, still whispering. "Why are you whispering? They can't hear us." I say. She shrugs before handing me the paper she wrote up and I look at it for a while until I get to one thats not as unrealistic. "Ok, here." i say as i point at the last plan she came up with. It involved alot. A brain, some skills and the ability to stay alive. All of which we don't have.

She explained to me more how the plan would go and as far as I was concerned, it looked alot easier than the rest of them were. She was so into explaining it to me, she even got out some little marker she found and drew on the floor. She was so excited, I could tell.

But the excitement left her face as we heard a smash against the door of our room. It was followed by another one. Then another one. Until his voice came out as well. "Stop making all that fucking noise, shitheads! I'm trying to get some fucking sleep here!" He yelled, slurring almost every word that came out. The good thing was the door was locked or else those words would've been met with slaps to the face. "Did you fucking hear me or are you deaf too?!" He cursed. "Yes sir, i heard." i said. "Don't fucking speak to me like that. I'll break this Goddamn door." he says, slamming his body against it again.

It startles me as my skin practically leaves my body and I'm left with goosebumps when it returns. "She didn't say anything!" Nora says, and i go to cover her mouth but its too late. "Who the fuck said that? You tryna talk back to me, fucking bitch? You know who made you? Open this fucking door; I'll show you who made you." He says, angry as ever. "I'm sorry. She didn't mean it. She really didn't mean to say that. She just was trying to protect me. I'm sorry." I plead, trying not to let a tear drop as I run up to the door. "You better fucking be." He says before we hear his footsteps recede and he enters their bedroom.

I turn around and shakily go back to the place on the floor where i was. "I'm sorry, Aine, I did-" I stop her from finishing her sentence by pulling her into a hug and closing my eyes, trying not to sob. "Let's go. Forget about the plan; you don't deserve this. Let's just go." I whisper, still wrecked from what just happened. Nora pulls away from my grip and looks at me with her eyes full of sorrow. "Are you sure?" she asks, slowly. I nod in response and pull her back into my chest and she puts her arms around my waist so we can hug for a little longer.

"I'm sorry, Nora. I'm so sorry."  i whisper just loud enough that she can hear, as a tear falls from my eye. She squeezes my waist tighter as though i could disintegrate into a million pieces.

"...this isn't your fault, you know? You didn't bring me into this earth. You didn't give birth to me and then leave me on the side of the road like I'm trash. You have nothing to be sorry about, Ain." she says as she releases her grip a bit to look up at me. All i can do is nod as i try to keep the tears from rolling down my cheeks.

I try to keep my composure in front of Nora at all times. Crying, to me, makes me look weak and i want her to know that she can come to me for anything. This has to be the first time she's ever seen me have tears in my eyes and I'm sure it worries her more. It hurts me so much to worry her about things she shouldn't even have to give a fuck about because she shouldn't but she does.

The way we are makes us so much more mature than an average person and I fucking hate it. Why don't my parents love me? Why did I have to become an adult at such a young fucking age? To be completely honest, I feel that if i hadn't already seen what hard drugs and alcohol does to you, first hand, I would've been using that as a way to distract myself. But, fuck if i want to look anywhere close to what fucking Patrick Doyle looks like.

Patrick is my father, by the way, the one who slammed his body against the door a few minutes ago. Remember him?

Yeah, well he and my mom are fucking junkies and all they care about is themselves.

Actually, at this point, I'm not even sure that the woman that he's with right now is our mom. She might even be some random hookup.

The point being, we could be ants running around trying to find food in this house. Just annoying pests.

And its sad, really, but what am i supposed to do about it except what I'm trying to do right now?

We pack— Well, shit, we don't really have anything to pack but we ended up packing some things. Nora found some weird ancient pot that hadn't been touched in years, it seems. Which is probably not healthy but I mean a pot is a pot. We were able to put alot of things in that pot. She also found her old school bookbag that was now full of bags of weed. We quickly dumped that and put some small things that would be essential for us. Like a knife, a lighter,  2 cans of spam, and a notepad??? Not really sure what the notepad is for, but you know Nora, she forgets how to prioritize. It was alot of other things but to explain the importance of them would be like trying to write a book.