They're Just Words
Prologue
When I was fifteen, I discovered I had insomnia.
I didn’t find out from my doctors or my mom; I discovered
it by myself.
If I told my mom, I knew she’d worry about me.
I hate when people worry about me because I know I can take care
of myself.
It started when my brother started coming home at three and four
in the morning.
I’d have to stay up so I knew when he was home to unlock
the door for him.
I’m seventeen now; almost eighteen.
I’ve lived in New York City for as long as I can
remember.
I know there are lots of stereotypes for city girls, but I can
honestly say my friends and I are all very different from each
other, with different families, backgrounds, home life, school
life, etc.
My grandparents moved from England to America when my mom was
only sixteen.
When she was nineteen, she got married to my dad, and my brother
was born nine months later.
They moved to the city so my dad could work at a publishing
company, which helped my mom out a lot until he left us when my
brother was only three.
I was born seven months after he left.
My mom had never worked up the nerve to tell him she was having
another child since they were having problems around that
time.
So, basically, my dad has no idea I exist.
My brother Drake is twenty years old and has a mild form of
depression and gets himself involved in all the wrong things, but
he has an awesome group of friends who are always looking out for
us.
My mom, on the other hand, is the strongest person I’ve
ever met.
She works so hard to provide for my brother and I.
She got child support money from my dad until he turned eighteen,
but since he doesn’t know who I am, my mom has to work
twice as hard to keep my stomach full and make sure I have a roof
over my head.
The only thing is, she’s constantly worrying about me; she
worries about what I do at school, outside of school, who I hang
out with, what I eat, and everything else.
She doesn’t realize I’ve basically raised myself my
entire life, since she’s always working and my brother is
always out doing something stupid.
That’s why I liked the nighttime.
When my mom comes home, feeds me dinner, and falls asleep,
I’m usually able to sneak out of the house and ride my bike
around the city for a while.
When I’m not riding my bike at night I’m usually with
one of my friends or one of my Drake’s friends at a concert
or a party.
Drake won’t let me date anybody because he says boys will
screw up my life like dad did to mom, yet he allows me to hook up
with random guys at concerts and parties.
It doesn’t make any sense to me, but I don’t disobey
him because I don’t want to make his depression worse.
I thought I had the city all figured out; I thought I had every
street and map memorized.
Well, that is, until I met Lucas.
I know you guys
wanted a sequel to the last story, but we all have to move on at
some point, right? Wow. Deep. Anyway, I promise to put as much
heart and soul into this new story as I did in my last one.
Please don't give up on me. I love you guys!
XO
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Jersey_Girl · 1 decade ago
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