Your ( your name) Father and you were the closest anyone could get in a father-daughter relationship.  Your Mother's smile was everything that your father needed and they completed each other.  Life was sweet and beautiful and nothing could get in the way of ruining it.  Unfortunately, not everything stays gold.  Your Mother had a terrible addiction to gambling and there seemed to be no cure.  Your father and you had no idea what was going on but one day she came back at midnight and was in tears as she just lay on the couch curled up in a ball.  Your father came downstairs and went to see what was wrong.  She simply looked up at him and said,"It's nothing personal darling . . ." He tilted his head confused about her gesture and a gun shot rang throughout the house, the neighborhood.

He fell to the floor with a loud THUD and the man who had shot your father was coming upstairs to your bedroom.  Your mother ran after the man and yelled,"This isn't part of the deal!" He pushed her down the stairs and continued inside your room.  The window was open and you were already gone.  You were running as fast as you could unsure of what you had just seen happen but you didn't turn back around to see if there was anyone following you.

A week later your mother found you sitting in an alleyway with a picture of your father clenched in your fists.  She seen that you had ripped off the part of the photo that had her in it.  She still wore the clothes from a week ago as it was soaked with blood from when she had been pushed down the stairs and busted her head open.  She walked towards you and you backed away into a corner. "I don't want...to hurt you~..." she fell down onto her knees as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Is there anyway you can forgive me?. . ." She waited for you to respond but your mind was still in shock, how is a six year old supposed to respond? A few months later you were released from the foster home that took you in and handed you back to your mother. She had severe brain damage and wasn't her normal self anymore or what you thought was her normal self.

In present day you reside with her, going to school as normal. There is hardly any communication, only violent outbursts from your mother.  You still get nightmares from when you seen your Father die.  You know nothing will be the same ever again. . .

A/N: Thoughts are represented in italics and in color! Please enjoy ^^