Raura [ON HOLD]

Laura's POV

We left our house with Sandy.

And on our way to the mall.. Ness told Sandy.. everything.

So now... I'll tell you.

Vanessa and I are orphans. Always have been, and probably always will be.

Neither of us remember our parents at all. I guess that's a good thing. It doesn't hurt as much to think about people you don't know.

Ness doesn't remember much from when we were kids, but I do.

I remember bits and pieces of my childhood.

It involves a lot of digging through trash and mostly crying.

I've never told anyone..but all my life I've had this reoccurring dream of a woman singing.. I can only hear her voice in the dream but I think it's my mom.

My mom.

God I hate her so much.

But I'm side tracking myself... Let's start from my earliest memories.

I remember I was around five and Ness was eight.

As I said before.. It was a lot of Ness and I digging through trash and crying.

We never had a home, we've always been street rats.

We were smart. Well at least Ness was.

She taught me how to read and write. And she always pulled out textbooks from trash cans to keep our education alive.

We knew that we could go to a church or foster home.. But we never wanted that. If that happened... We'd officially be orphans. And I guess we were stupid. We always had hope of finding our parents.

As time went by, times got tougher.

Okay.. Ness doesn't know that I know but I remember stuff from when I was ten and she was thirteen.

Ness tried to sell herself for money.

On various occasions.

She'd try to trick me into going to a candy store or something. And when I was gone she'd try to flirt with guys on the street. I watched her from the store windows all the time.

No one responded to her advances though. I mean she was a freaking thirteen year old girl.

I didn't blame or judge her for trying though. We were literally on the brink of starvation.

And I never confronted her about it either. I didn't want her to feel ashamed.

That kinda messed me up though.. And that's how I brought music into my life. It was the only thing that kept me sane, when thoughts of my sister selling herself came to mind. I remember singing the song my mom sang in my dream, every time I was scared.

Things changed as we got older, I was fourteen and she was seventeen. We established a place where we'd stay for the nights. It was an old alley close to a park. Nobody ever really went in there much so we basically had it all to ourselves. Lucky us.

I remember loving the alley though..

It's where I found my songbook. Brand new and in the trash.

I started writing there and I realized my dream of making music.

I remember loving it there so much, that I promised myself that if I ever had a girl, I'd name her Ally.

Ness had various jobs at the time, but since she was never really qualified, people payed her very low.

And because of our low income...

Ness tried to sell herself again and she got much better results. I mean seventeen years olds are typically considered hotter than thirteen year olds.

She's still a virgin though.

How? You may ask?

She'd have a system where the guy would pay her upfront and she'd start making out with him.

When he was caught off guard she'd kick him in the balls and run like hell to our alley.

She only got caught once.

The asshole beat her.

She never wanted to tell me where she got her black eye and cut lip from, but I knew where it came from.

Ness wasn't the only messed up one.

I never tried to sell myself, but I was still horrible.

Most of the time I spent being sixteen and seventeen was a blur.

I remember Ness being mad at me all the time because she never knew where I was.

I remember getting a splendid group of friends that supplied we with drugs and great parties.

I remember drinking, drinking, drinking and more drinking.

I remember spin the bottle, and random make out sessions with guys and girls.

I remember my three boyfriends... and two girlfriends.

I remember the taste of cigar in their lips.

Ew.

I remember piercings and a tattoo. (Not talking about it.)

I was a wreck.

But Ness fished me out. She took care of me when I needed her most. I had never loved her so much.

And hated my parents so much.

My eighteenth year was spent in rehab. Funny, I know. A goofball like me. I guess crying yourself to sleep every night and living in an alley doesn't help with your sanity.

Ness and I learned how to drive by borrowing friend's car.

Ness and I never wanted to miss out on anything, we wanted to learn and absorb knowledge.

And I'll never forget this year, as a nineteen year old. When Ness have me the amazing news about our new jobs. We were going to get a low pay, but we'd get an actual place to stay.

I was so happy.

Ness and I cried and prayed that day. I remember it vividly.

We we're so thankful.

When we met Mrs. Lynch, she seemed nice and she even payed for a couple of brief educational lessons.

In the lessons we summarized stuff from kindergarten to high school.

And we learned about proper etiquette.

Mrs. Lynch did it all for her though, she didn't want her staff to make her look bad, with their lack of education.

Nevertheless, we thanked her for the lessons.

We worked for her for only three months. We quit, and you know the reasons.

And now.. A miracle has seriously happened for us.

I am getting a shot at making music. And we have a house.

Things are looking up.

Hopefully, they stay that way.