Held Back

Melissa, a 17 year old girl, has a sad story. Her life is not what it seems she wants it to be. With no friends, and a father who does not care about her. She feels, no one cares. This is her story.


1. No One

    My life is difficult.  No one there for me, no one to care.  I didn't choose the life I am living.  I don't ask for much in life.  Just happiness, but not even that wish can come true.  My parents are both dead.  My mother was killed in a car crash.  I remember it like it was yesterday.  Realistically, she died 4 years ago.  My father died at war.  He was in the U.S. Army.  Defending our country.  He was a hard worker.  He was always happy.  7 years ago, I was 10.  Coming home from a hard day of school, to walk in my house, and find my mother crying.  Sobbing.  I was scared to ask her what was wrong.  She told me the news.  I was only 10, now I am 17.  All happened so quick. Here is my story:

        "MELISSA!!! COME DOWN STAIRS RIGHT NOW!"my uncle screamed.  I could tell by the tone of his voice, he was drunk.  My uncle rarely is ever home.  I usually am home alone.  No friends, or anyone.  "MELISSA, IF YOU DON"T GET DOWN HERE I WILL-" he stopped in mid-sentence.  To prevent him from getting more upset, I went down.  I look around, and I don't see him anywhere.  Not even a signal of him.  I walk into the living room, and I see my uncle and three more drunk men.  They are complete strangers.  "Yes uncle Dan?" "Cook me and my friends here some food. NOW!" My uncle was always so demanding.  I didn't want to listen, but he is drunk and I don't know what he would to do me if I didn't listen.  "Yes, sir" I reply.  I decide to make something quick and easy, like pasta.  After I finish cooking my pasta, I serve all four drunk men their food, and run back upstairs to my room.  I wish my mother was still alive.  We would have our mother daughter talks about random things.  I loved her and she meant everything to me.  Now, I live in a very old house, with my uncle. It's now 10:00, and I get tired.  My uncle Dan is out probably drinking again.  I take my shower, get dressed, eat, brush my teeth, and fall asleep.

      I wake up the next morning to still find no one home.  When my uncle does this, it gets me very mad.  He is clearly not very responsible.  I wake up, watch tv, eat breakfast, take my shower, and get ready for the day ahead of me.  My uncle does not really buy me anything, so I decide to go in his wallet and take his debit card.  He's drunk half the time he is home, so I doubt he will notice.  I walk all the way to the next town over, and I find a shop.  The shop had very cute clothes.  I bought a few new items, and begin to head back home.  By the time I get home, it's noon.  I was very hungry by that time.  I begin to make lunch.  While I am making the food, the stove acts up.  The flame keeps flaring out from under the pan.  I was close to done with my food until the fame flares up again, and catches the counter on fire.  My while house is made of wood, so the fire spread very quick.  Without thinking, I jumped out of the first floor window, and ran.  I kept running and running, until I thought I was safe. 

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