Lost In This So Called World

Prison. Not a pretty place. You make one idiotic mistake and it's off to this hell hole. Honestly it all started when my parents died. My dad went to Afghanistan and went MIA. My mom suffered horribly from depression for two whole months before she was able to get back on her feet. Well.... you could put it that way. She went into prostitution. I, being only being in eighth grade then, kept to my self incase someone were to find out about my messed up life.

I was lonely.

My brother joined some gang and ignored me completely. My mom was never home because she liked to keep her 'customers' away from her kids. Though I practically never got to see her, I think I was a little bit grateful for that.

I was alone.

That was 'till the day my mom's job went too far. She was killed. After that me and my brother reconnected. I joined his gang and dropped out of school. After two years of dealing drugs my brother wanted to do more. It ended up with him planning on robbing the local bank. Not a great idea. I was their get away driver.

It came to the night of the robbery and everything went wrong. They managed to escape but I was caught. I was sent to court and after days of trials I finally pleaded guilty and was sentenced to three years in prison.

Three years have gone by and now I'm walking out of this shit hole, head held high. I spot my brother standing by his yellow mustang waiting for me to see him. He spots me and opens his arms with a huge grin on his face.

"Hey sis how was prison?" He smirks. Oh no fucking way did he ask that. I run towards him and punch him square in the nose. He yelps in pain like I knew he would and cradles his now broken nose.

"That's for fucking leaving me for the cops." I scream at the top of my lungs. "I spent three whole years in prison 'cause you and your sorry ass friends couldn't help me out. God! And there I was thinking we had some sort of bond. Do you even think of any one who is not your self you dipshit?" I then slid down the wall, tears rushing down my face in a way I hated because it made me look weak. He gets up, grabs me and gently leads me to the car, me too exhausted and numb to fight against him. He closes the door and speeds off. My eyes were focused on the window, the dashboard, outside. Anywhere but him.

Notes

finally a chapter. sorry for the misakes:/ oh and thank you to my one vote that was amazing. I just had to weite another chapter. loves you all.


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hi this is now zaynisthebestest. So this story is written by the other author, but I do the 'prettying up' so to speak. (I've tried to find a good way to put that but I'm half asleep and I can't) So pretty much I do the banner, character descriptions etc. I edit the chapters after she posts then, changing some sentence structures, grammar etc things that I think might make her amazing ideas work a little better in writing. None of the ideas are mine, they are all hers. Anyway, Hope you enjoyed the first chap