my seeking dreams

Alone

Growing up, although we did not often attend Sunday services, mum never stopped telling me to always read from the bible and pray to God for comfort but, seeing her on her death bed made it high deaf that God is just an illusion. I can't accept the fact that a Jesus exist, because if he does then mom will be alive and my family will be perfect .

I use to be so lonely as I child and became lonelier when I lost mum until I met faye, Charles and kelsea at school prom. Federal tech a school for the rich, is indeed the hottest in town when it came to prom. I never actually attended prom, not even a winter wonder dance in middle school or fire and ice dance, for I felt I was different and no one would accept me. losing mum in June, I've always hated alcohol but on mums funeral, I came back from the church, only to find dad with young girls on his matrimonial bed I sobbed hard that I swear I had nothing to cry out as tears again so I dashed into the bar picked up a bottle of liquor and gulped the whole thing down my troat, it burned like fire and I fell unconscious only to wake up the next day sober which increased the pain.

vodka please I screamed out to the waitress at Casablanca club. It was a prom after party only for the cool people at school, so because I had money I bought my way in. there she stood and stared her way into me, a very beautiful girl, ebony brown, with her tick long curly afro, her shape like that of Medusa, her eyes as tricky as hell with a full pink lips pleading for a kiss, under the intoxication of tramadol which I took before coming into the club, I couldn't resist and on getting to her side, before I could even touch her face, I heard puff puff I was being heavily punched by one of the soccer players for going close to the girl, I tried to explain that she lured me, but then the beating became harder but thank goodness, three persons intervened and saved me before I lost consciousness.