A Walk Through Hell

Meaghan, a 14 year old living in a household with a drug addict brother and an alcoholic father. Just when she thinks life can't get any worse, she gets taken to a foster home and separated from her friends and mother. The foster home is a place full of dangers......and when a new family adopts her, Meaghan feels like things can't go any worse.
It feels like a walk through hell.

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2. Headphones in, reality out.

"Meaghan Hernandez Mena."

I looked up. My whole entire name? In front of the whole class? Seriously?

"Yes..?"

"Your homework?"

My english teacher had her hand stretched out, tapping her foot impatiently. I scrunched my eyes. Homework?

She must've read my expression.

"We had a book report on "Oliver Twist" due today."

"We did!?"

I heard a few snickers. Why didn't I know about this?

"Yes, we did."

".....But...I didn't write it down..I always write it down.." I started frantically searching through my assignment planner. My teacher rolled her eyes.

"Meaghan?"

I sighed. It wouldn't take me anywhere.

"Forgot it Ms.Lindsey...."

 

Ms.Lindsey heaved a sigh and turned around, walking back to her desk.

And started the lesson which I tried to focus on.

I never miss my homework.

What happened!?

I must have-

"Meaghan? Do you know what their relationship was?"

I snapped back. Uh, Oh.

"Who?"

"Rose and Oliver."

"Um...cousins?"

Elizabeth laughed, smirking at me. My face flushed hot red.

"No....anyone else?"

Jacob raised his hand.

"They were siblings."

"Yes, exactly. Thank you for paying attention Jacob."

I sighed and sat back in my chair. Glancing at the clock, I collected I still had 4 hours of school left.

4 hours of school.

 

 

I opened the front door to my house.

"Um....Hi...Mom?"

No answer.

"Dad?"

No answer.

"Joseph?"

No answer.

"Is anybody home?" I locked the door and walked into the kitchen. A note on the microwave caught my attention immediately.

 

"Hi honey. I won't be coming home from work 'till late today. They need me to fill in for somebody who's absent. Dad.....probably won't be home tonight, and Joseph should be home soon. Watch out for yourself- I have a frozen pizza on the counter you can bake.

Love,

Mom."

 

"Oh, this just can't get any better."

I glanced at the pizza, and in a matter of few seconds decided I didn't feel like eating. Later.

I put the pizza in the fridge and walked up stairs to my room.

Stopped halfway at Jacob's door.

I opened the door and walked in.He forgot to lock it. I hadn't been here in forever.

His room was BLACK. Scary. I held my breath, as if some kind of high ghost was going to jump out and murder me.

Nope. Nothing happened.

I looked around the room, and my eyes fell on the desk.

His desk.

"Holy god, what's going on here?"

His desk.

"No....way..."

His desk.

Cigar ashes everywhere.

"Jacob...SMOKES TOO!?" I gasped to myself. Was he trying to kill himself or something?

I flopped down on the bed.

Something crunched under me.

My breath caught.

I slowly got off, and pulled up the pillow. There was some kind of package inside. I turned the pillow case inside out and opened the package, and a cry escaped my lips.

Joints.

Marijuana joints.

So it wasn't only heroine. It was Marijuana. And cigars.

What was this boy doing??

I held the joints in my hands and my eyes filled with tears.

"Dad....Joseph....why?" tears streamed down my face.

They weren't just killing them selves. They were killing me with them

I couldn't have a normal dad and brother. I leaved in fear of what they might do.

Then, I got the craziest idea ever.

The joints.

I'm going to throw away the joints.

And I'll deal with anything hes gonna say later.

I gathered all the joints in a bag, and all the cigars. I used the dustpan and put the ashes inside too, coughing every now and then.

I tied the bag  closed and tossed it into the garbage can outside.

There.

I felt smug, kind of proud.

Walking back up the stairs, I realized my mom probably didn't know what was going on. I don't think I'm gonna tell her....and add to her worries.

I locked the door, and walked up the stairs, still debating whether I should tell my mom or not.

I closed Jacob's bedroom door and walked into my room.

I plugged in my headphones and took out my diary.

              Headphones in, reality out.                                           Pencil in hand, reality kicked out.

 

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