Prologue: Yours truly

"I'm SICK of your shit! Get the fuck out of here!" He says as he treads through the halls, knocking down every last hung picture in his drunken state. I peeked out of my bedroom door and saw my mom on the floor.

"Mom!" I muttered as I ran towards her, helping her up ever so slightly. "I'm okay honey.." As you all can tell, my father is just the most delightful person to be around.. God, I can't even say that without having my eyes roll towards the back of my head. My parents are your typical timid mother and drunken father that you see off TVs. And like any other, I've tried getting my mom and I out of this situation for a while now, but no my mother thinks keeping the family together is what will make ME happy.

My name is Mira; I'm 19, and to answer your question; am I happy? Of course not. My mother is the most important person to me, she has been for my whole life. Her happiness is my happiness. My father on the other hand, I guess you can say things could be better. He has treated my mother with the most disrespect for as long as I can remember now, but from what my mother tells me, he actually cared for her and I both when I was first born. Yeah like that's not hard to believe at all.

You may be wondering why I don't refer to "him" as "dad". He has never been a father figure to me or my older brother. Calling him dad now would be a first in 14 years. All my mother and I can do now is just wait for my brother to come back for his annual visits and get us out of this hell hole. My brother was smart to leave when he had the chance. As for me, I couldn't do it. I can't just go and leave my mother alone. That's why I stayed, and sadly why I'm still here with "him".

Here's to hoping for a better tomorrow, forever and always. And finding the strength to not go crazy.

Yours truly,

Mira.