*Adrianna's Point Of View*

We shared a deep passion that only we understood. You knew of everything, My past, My present, and My dreams of the future. You were my first everything. My first love, first kiss, and first boyfriend.

You accepted my imperfections. You accepted me being a loner, Me being weird and damaged. I loved you, for you blew my mind. You accepted me more than people I have known since 2nd grade.

We were addicted to each other. We would argue every day. Say we hated each other but we never dared to break up. Until I transferred schools and everything changed. My father became a drunk.

He was imprisoned by the stress of getting out of the army and not being able to find a job. My mother hated him, she had to work 2 jobs to help with the rent. My mom hated me also, I was young and had my father features. She hated that the older she got the more sickly ill she looked.

The older I got the more my body matured. One time my mother was crying and I tried to comfort her and she hit and beat me and soon after she started doing it more.

I believe there are 3 types of parents. The ones who want you to be exactly like them. The ones who are jealous and don't you to succeed because they couldn't. Lastly, the ones who want you to be better than them. I bet you can guess my mom's type of parenting.

One day you called me and told me your mother died. To be totally honest at that moment I said to myself, he's lucky I wish my mom would die. I know what you're thinking I'm a sick horrible person I thought so too. People say a person who wishes death on another person has a wicked and bitter heart.

Well, that's me bitter and emotional-less. Even my Dad told me I was coldhearted. Probably one out of two things I got from my mother. I'm sick so very sick.

A few years went by since then, I eventually I moved back to my old school the one we went to, they turned it into a highschool a year after I had left. It was By that time everyone knew my family secret and a lot changed. My dad went to Jail for murder. He got drunk and he beat a man to death. My friends all ignored me.

They didn't want to be friends with a killer's kid. After your mom died we went our separate ways. I got bullied and harassed by everyone because of my father. You got popular for being good at basketball.