23It's been 1 year 5 months and 3 days since my mother passed away. How, you're probably wondering? Some drunken bimbo thought she could make it home, but instead of going home, she crashed into the side my mom's car. She spent hours in the operating room. The doctors tried everything they could to repair the damage done to her internal organs. They told me her brain was severely damaged and they had to put her on life support .The doctors said the chance of her ever surviving was slim to none. Every day for three months, I was by mom's bed side praying for her to wake up. She was all I had in my life. You see, my mother was a single mother working 2 jobs to pay the bills and made sure I had everything I needed. But there was one thing I needed the most that I knew she couldn't give me, and that was for her to come back.
Where's my father you ask? To tell you the truth I don't really know or care. I didn't really give a crap 'bout that man. Whenever my mom would speak about him she always had this look of love and adoration in eye that I almost felt guilty for hating the man. Almost. My mom and…that man (I refused to call him my father because he didn't do a damn thing to deserve that title) met when my mom got a scholarship to go to an expensive college in New York. They fell in love …and then 9 months later…me. Everything was fine, my mom would tell me, but later into the relationship was where started having pretty serious arguments. He never hit her (he wasn't that big of an ass), but the arguments got so bad that the next day she just dropped out of college and went back home to La Push .I don't even think he fought for me when my mom said she wanted full custody of me, but my mother still loved him. She would never tell me what the argument was about, though. She would always say she didn't remember or something close to that sorry excuse.
Of course rumors spread about my mother when she came back, but she didn't have a care in the world. She would always tell me that life had its own course and all you could do was follow it. Those following 16 years was where she spent raising me. Without her, I'd have nowhere to go, but thankfully my mother left a will. She left the house that we lived in to me (mortgage free), but I couldn't stand to stay in that house for one second, knowing that I'd be alone without her. It clearly stated that I shouldn't be sent to my father unless I chose so. And if you were paying attention to what have I've been saying earlier, then you'll definitely know how quickly I turned that offer down. Instead I chose to live with Sue Clearwater.
My mother's best friend Sue Clearwater took me in immediately, since I didn't have any where to go and she knew what it felt like to lose a loved one. I loved Sue, not like a mother, but more like a really caring guardian. I don't know what I would do if it wasn't for Sue. She would never get angry when I had my outbursts or when my mood swings got the best of me. She was always patient and waited for me to calm down. The rest of her family accepted me with open arms and for that I'm thankful. Seth would always try to make me laugh or get me in a somewhat presentable mood. Seth was the one most like the brother I never wanted, but was thankful I got as a best friend. I would never tell him that though. It would just make his already big head even bigger. Leah was….um…Leah, I guess you could say. She was still going through her own stuff (Sam and her dead father) when I came. But she wasn't a bitch to me like most people said she was; we got along great. These people were my new family and I loved them with all my heart.
That's why it's killing me to know they will be devastated to find out that I'll be missing in the morning.