A Christmas I thought I'd want to forget, but not this one, they made this one the best, chapter 1
Okay, so here's how it started.
I was sitting in my dad's old chair that he had given me when I told him that I was moving in two days. I mean, I am eighteen! Here I am, sitting in my apartment, thinking about Christmas, becuase, well, it was tomorrow. I HATE Christmas - people are suppose to act happy! Instead they act like a bunch of chickens running through stores with their heads cut off! So much goddamn pushing and shoving! Anyway, I'm sitting in my apartment, basically crying, because as I said, I HATE Christmas. And for your information, I do have a very good reason for hating Christmas, but then again, some one(s) made this Christmas the best one ever!
So there I was, sitting in my dad's old ripped chair. Crying because the one day I dreaded most - Christmas - was tomorrow. Why DID I hate Christmas so much? Well, growing up, living in a very poor family, every Christmas was the same. I'd get up at 8:30, go to the tree, and open up the few presents that were there. No, that wasn't the reason I hated Christmas - because I got so little presents. It was because no one was ever home on Christmas. My dad would go out to a bar that was open 24/7. It never closed! Even on holidays! It was rediculous. Then he'd come home, drunk as hell. he'd beat me, then he'd go to bed. I would sit in my room for about two hours, crying about how I hated Christmas so much. I was alone every year on that day since I was four. I loved Christmas when I was younger, though.
Well, that's when my mom was around. She died while giving birth to my, well, who was going to be my little sister. We were going to name her Adrienne. Sweet name - I know. I picked it out, actually. And the cool thing was that she was born on Christmas Eve. The sad thing - both of of them died on Christmas. My mom was hemeraging, so they tried to give her a blood transfusion, but she lost that too. Baby Adrienne died from a premature birth. That's basically why I hate Christmas now. My dad used to never go to bars on Christmas, but I guess he has a reason now. I mean, beacause of the baby and my mom dying on Christmas, we both have a reason for going suicial. But I was saved on this Christmas Eve. By who, you ask? Three amazing guys! And one that was extra amazing!
I was sitting in my dad's old chair that he had given me when I told him that I was moving in two days. I mean, I am eighteen! Here I am, sitting in my apartment, thinking about Christmas, becuase, well, it was tomorrow. I HATE Christmas - people are suppose to act happy! Instead they act like a bunch of chickens running through stores with their heads cut off! So much goddamn pushing and shoving! Anyway, I'm sitting in my apartment, basically crying, because as I said, I HATE Christmas. And for your information, I do have a very good reason for hating Christmas, but then again, some one(s) made this Christmas the best one ever!
So there I was, sitting in my dad's old ripped chair. Crying because the one day I dreaded most - Christmas - was tomorrow. Why DID I hate Christmas so much? Well, growing up, living in a very poor family, every Christmas was the same. I'd get up at 8:30, go to the tree, and open up the few presents that were there. No, that wasn't the reason I hated Christmas - because I got so little presents. It was because no one was ever home on Christmas. My dad would go out to a bar that was open 24/7. It never closed! Even on holidays! It was rediculous. Then he'd come home, drunk as hell. he'd beat me, then he'd go to bed. I would sit in my room for about two hours, crying about how I hated Christmas so much. I was alone every year on that day since I was four. I loved Christmas when I was younger, though.
Well, that's when my mom was around. She died while giving birth to my, well, who was going to be my little sister. We were going to name her Adrienne. Sweet name - I know. I picked it out, actually. And the cool thing was that she was born on Christmas Eve. The sad thing - both of of them died on Christmas. My mom was hemeraging, so they tried to give her a blood transfusion, but she lost that too. Baby Adrienne died from a premature birth. That's basically why I hate Christmas now. My dad used to never go to bars on Christmas, but I guess he has a reason now. I mean, beacause of the baby and my mom dying on Christmas, we both have a reason for going suicial. But I was saved on this Christmas Eve. By who, you ask? Three amazing guys! And one that was extra amazing!
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