As a child I felt as if I was wanted but when I became a little older I became aware. That I was in the way. As a baby my father scared me because he wanted things his way but my mother was nothing like that. She would feed me, bath me, take care of the monsters underneath my bed, cuddle when I got scared, and even sing me to sleep the nights I couldn't close my eyes and dream. A year or two she started to change. I thought it was because I wasn't a baby anymore so she couldn't "baby" me.

My father became very aggressive. He drank and smoked something that made my hair and clothes smell funny. I walked into my parents bedroom on a rainy night. The thunder was scaring me and I was in need of my mother. As I stepped I front of the door of my parents bedroom I heard my father yelling mean names to my mother. Her sobs could be heard throughout the whole house. I stayed there wishing I could walk in and hold my mother as she did with me when I cried but instead I stood there. For how long? I don't know.

After a while it all stopped and my father opened there bedroom door now facing me. The amount of anger I saw in his eyes are unforgettable. He pushed his way past me and I ran into the room. My mother was on the bed still crying but quieter. I huddle next to her and she held me tight. I was close to sleeping when my father entered the room once again and saw my mother and me. Angrily he grabbed me and tossed me away so I was no where near my mother. I fell hard hitting my back against the dresser. My mothers faint cries and whispers slowly coming to an end when my father hit her.

This wasn't the only time it has happened. The more my father drank during the day the worse it seemed to get. My mother looked horrible. She begin to drink herself to relieve the stress my father was putting on her. Mainly five out of seven days out of the week I would crawl up the stairs of the apartment building I lived in and went on the roof. When it became a natural instinct I started to carry blankets and pillows with me. I was always careful when leaving because if one of my parents saw I don't know what they would do.

I started school later on when I turned five years old. A few times I noticed that I had bruises and cuts on me. I tried to hide them the best I could because my mother warned me not to show anyone or I would be in trouble. A little while later I was working and my sleeve rolled up somehow and my teacher noticed. She looked worried but only asked if I was okay. I told her I fell at home and she nodded her head and left me be. I thought I was off the hook until I made the same mistake weeks later. She noticed once again and took me out into the hall to talk. I explained everything that was happening in my home. I made her cry. She hugged me and had me stay after school so I could work more but I know she was calling the police to pick me up.

I didn't go back to school for a month because there was too much going on. I was put into a new home with lots of kids that I soon realized was an orphanage. The friends I had at this home got to leave while I stayed. It scared me to see them go so fast. I always wondered when I was going to leave.

When I was ten I finally got up the courage to ask why I never got to leave like my friends. They sat me down and told me that another family adopted my friends. They left to live with that family so they didn't have to stay here. I also asked why I wasn't with another family after all this time. They said I had to be adopted by a family that could take care of me. I stayed in the orphanage until I was old enough to be my own legal guardian. I had a job and found an apartment.

When I was packing my things they gave a note with numbers on it. They were numbers to a back account. My Parents were forced by the court to pay for child support or the collect money for me to have when I can become my own legal guardian. I had plenty of money and a place to stay but I didn't have a family anymore. The only people who I counted as my family were the people who worked at the orphanage because they experienced everything a parent should have.

By the time I was working on a regular basis and had my own schedule it got messed up on the way. I was attacked by someone I did not know. I was feeling as if I was going to die there and then on the pavement in the alley next to my work and apartment. Until I woke up to a woman named Kelly that was on phone. When she saw me she stopped talking on the phone and brought me to the bathroom to check for wounds or any other serious injuries.

Later on I met her family and I stayed with them until they knew it was safe for me to continue my life the way it was. As I stayed with them her son Isaac and I fell for each other. I never had friends or people in my life. We stayed together until the end of everything. We shared our pasts together and when the time came for me to go back home, I found another place to live and he stayed with me. I felt as if I never had a reason to be scared again because he was by my side now.

I get now that as hard as a life you may have it is still possible to have a fairy tale ending.