One- The Life

Goals. Goals motivate us to aim at our dreams and make it into reality. It pushes us not to daydream. I know we all have goals. Some of you wish to travel the entire world, some of you just want a simple life, some of you need to be married at 26 etc... But mine's different from yours. Mine's to pay off the debts of my aunt. And to LIVE MY OWN DAMN LIFE.

I am Heather Russell. 23 years of age. I do a lot of part-time jobs. According to my Aunt Rita, my parents abandoned me at the age of three. And to make my life more miserable, my aunt does not love me. She loathes me. That's a fact.

“Heather!!! Where you!?”

I went downstairs and saw my aunt Rita sitting on the kitchen table swinging her legs and holding a bottle of beer.

“Aunt Rita. You're drunk. Let me help you in your room.” I said while walking towards her. Suddenly, she threw the bottle at me it hit my left arm. I winced. My reflexes were slow that I was not able to react. The bottle crashed and shattered on the floor. Shards of glass were now on the floor.

“You!! BITCH! If weren't for you!y life woudn be mis misserbleee!” She swore at me. And she continued to shout.

I was used to her saying those things but I have never understood why she hated me so much.

“Just stay there and do not go down. I'll just clean the floor.”

“Bitch!!” She passed out.

Do not be alarmed. She always has this episode of drinking and shouting and passing out. Just to make sure, I checked her breathing and pulse. She's fine. She's just asleep. I sighed and sweep the floor.

I looked at my watch, and I am late for my night shift!

I finished sweeping off the broken bottle, and I ran upstairs again to get some blanket and put it on my aunt's shoulders to make her warm. Then I just picked up my stuff and went outside to go to work.

The night was chilly and quiet.

The night was wonderful! But I don't have the time to admire the beauty of the night. I must work.

When I have arrived one staff snorted and said, “She's late again.”

I ignored him. Then the night continued to be cold and lovely.