Times Of Need

[Hannahfan_eva211]

So Yeah I quit the other book Glam Rocker because I wanted to write something more exciting that everyone would read so here i am with a new good FF so make sure to read it I promise you it won't be a doosy.
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I am really good at giving stuff away so i might not give a good intro.
Candi has hada hard life with everything. Her dad cares less how her life goes. Her mom is nothing but a drunk.they can't understand. Candi is only 15 she has to go through some hard times. She has no friends. She barely goes to school. What will she do with her life?

CHAPTERS

One (http://www.mymostwanted.com/forum/showpost.php?p=2415162&postcount=5)

Two (http://www.mymostwanted.com/forum/showpost.php?p=2415583&postcount=8)

Three (http://www.mymostwanted.com/forum/showpost.php?p=2418858&postcount=18)

[huskerrich]

sound good, have fun with it.

[destinysmiles!]

start

[Hannahfan_eva211]

I will :P right now i'm on page 4 once i write all the way to page 6 i'll post!

[Hannahfan_eva211]

Chapter One



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I run up in my room as my mom screams at me to get my butt out of here I’m worth nothing. I try to ignore it as much as I can but I still can’t just close my eyes and the tears are gone. I slowly lock my door so she can’t get in I walk up and grab my iPod put It on shuffle lay quietly down on my pillow as I rock back in forth trying to stop the tears. I can’t help but hear my mother scream my name a hundred times. So I turn my iPod up as loud as can go still doesn’t help. Finally I hear the front door slam I get up off of my bed slowly walk toward the window that shows the front yard. I see her pull fast out of the driveway. I figure she will get caught sooner or later. I unlock my door walk slowly and painfully down the hall way as tears roll down my face. I pick up a bottle on the floor and throw it in the trash. I go up in the attic which is I guess is my hiding and thinking place. I have all of my books, CD’s and posters up here because my mom never thinks to come here. I grab my diary right across the floor grab my special pen that was given to me by my father when I was three years old. I start writing about my fantasy life. The life I wish I had that includes my dad being alive, my mom being straight and me being able to go to school. In my fantasy life I have everything I could ever dream. I have a life with friends that care about me, a mother that cares and a wonderful dad that never leaves my side when I need him. I hear someone come in the house and the door slam. I quickly put my diary down and turn off the light. “CANDI” my mom screams. I walk down the attic stairs close the door on the sealing walk out of the kitchen into the living room where my mother was. I try to sneak away but No use she caught me. “Where have you been?!” I just ignore her try to fight the tears walk upstairs to my room. “You don’t care about me” I sort of start to feel bad but I still close my door and lock it. I lay down on my bed grab my iPod hit shuffle again and I close my eyes hop to fall asleep to my tears.



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Finally the next morning came I woke up seeing I had my iPod on all night long and it was dead. So the first thing I did was put it on the charger. I looked out the window to see if my mom had went anywhere last night, but her car was still in the drive way. I was still afraid to open the door I don’t know where she could be. Unlock my door quietly open it slightly. I see nothing so I walked out of my bedroom. The floor squeaks badly which really annoys me. I look down the steps she isn’t in the living room. So I walk down stairs walk into the kitchen where again she’s not in. I look in the cover for some coffee but there wasn’t even enough for a cup. I guess I will have to go get some. I’m sure mom would need it when she got up. So I looked everywhere for the keys. I had no luck I know she must have them with her. I walk slowly and as quietly as I could walk up the stairs to my mother’s room. I slowly open the door I see her passed out on the bed with the keys dangling from her hands. I walk over to her and take the keys I also cover her up. I walked out slowly closing the door and I walked into my room to grab something to wear. Of course we didn’t have a washing machine so I have to wash them by hand in the tub. I haven’t got to yet so I grabbed my jeans that had holes by the knee and my black tee shirt that had a soccer ball on it with the words Nike on it. I put on my clothes went down stairs looked for my shoes which were nowhere to be found of course. So I went up to my room and looked under my bed there they were with all of their raggedy glory so I put them on ran out the door.


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As I drive down the road wondering why I put up with my mother. I guess it’s because I love her to much just to leave her. I can’t imagine life without her yes I hate what she has done in the past, but in my heart I know she still loves me. She just can’t help it that she drinks I know she wants to stop I know she does. If dad were here I know he would make things right after all dads dying is the whole reason she started this. He would have never let her do this ever. I saw the store coming up towards me then I came back to reality and remember the whole reason of me going out. I parked the car in a parallel parking spot got out can grabbed my purse which has $6.00 in it enough to buy coffee. I walked away from the parking lot with my mind on other things I ran into this man “oh I’m sorry” “you should… it’s okay” as I saw him looking into my eyes I felt something strange “um I’m just really sorry” I walked away more like running which was my best quality I also realized that was the first time I talked in two days. I opened the door and hear the little bells above the door ring I walked into different sections seeing many things I would dream to have but never would have the chance to. I finally found the coffee ale I started talking to myself saying “do I want hazelnut or French vanilla” I hear someone walking up behind me “excuse me miss” “yes” I said turning around “you dropped your purse when… you ran into me” “oh um thanks for bringing it back” I said looking down with embarrassment “no problem” he smiled at me and walked away. I got back to looking at coffee finally I just grabbed one. I had to get back to mom before she did anything else. I went up to the cashier and handed him the coffee he was staring at me face I looked in the pop bottle case and saw my reflection I had a bruise the size of small pumpkin from my mom pushing me into the wall two weeks ago. I quickly handed him the money and grabbed the bag. I walked out of the store as quickly as I could go to my mom’s car and got in it. I started it up pulled out and headed for home.




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I started driving with such embarrassment of that bruise I couldn’t think straight. I know it’s nothing to freight about but still having that guy look me in the face like that just staring at my bruise I couldn’t stand it. I wasn’t about to have people wonder and call the police and stuff. I was half way home when I drove past this house this girl about my age was kissing her mother and father goodbye as she got in a car. I couldn’t take my eye off that girl she is really lucky to have a life like that. I would give up everything I ever had to have that but it’s never going to happen. For that to happen I would have to go to a foster home but that is not going to happen to me I will go out on my own before that happens. Finally I arrived at my street which me and my mom where the only ones on that street no neighbors or anything. I pulled in our long drive way as I heard glass break. I quickly parked the car ran out didn’t even care to close the door. I unlocked the door as fast as I could run up stairs to my mom’s room where she wasn’t at. I peeked in my room nothing. I looked in the bathroom nothing finally I started calling “MOM” “MOM WHERE ARE YOU” I ran fast down stairs. She wasn’t in the living room or the kitchen.




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I saw the attic was open I ran up the stairs to it. I saw my mom on the attic floor. The old lamp was broken that my grandmother had given my mom. I let out a sigh of relief to see her okay and not injured, but she had opened my journal and was reading it I quickly grabbed it out of her hands “is is this really what you think of me” she slurred I said nothing I knew all of the horrible things I put in there about her when I was mad at her and upset with her. I held her hand went down the stairs she leaned up against the crowner in the kitchen I closed the attic and took her upstairs to her room “How could you think that of your own mother” she slurred out. I ignored it I put her into bed covered her up closed the door quietly. Then I couldn’t help it I fell down against her door tears started rolling down my eyes I couldn’t control this. I don’t know why I started crying I don’t know why I feel bad about what I said I just don’t get it. I kept sobbing and crying as hard as possible. I just can’t get this why am I crying? Why should I feel bad for her? Why.

[destinysmiles!]

Really good!

[huskerrich]

more please

[Hannahfan_eva211]

Chapter 2


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Finally I stopped sobbing and got up went down stairs. Once I got to the kitchen I remember I left the car unlocked and the coffee in it. I walked out the front door went over to the car grabbed the bag with the coffee in it shut and locked the car door. As I walked up the long driveway a lot of thoughts crossed my mind some about my dad’s death, some about my mom and just some about my horrible life. I went back into the house closed and locked the door a tear tries to roll down my eye I wipe it quickly. Then I walk up the stairs hear my mom call my name I didn’t know whether to answer her or ignore her. I walk down the hall listen at her door she is crying I can hear her. I open the door slightly not knowing if I would regret it later on. “Yes mom?” I say in a soft voice “look at what I found” she says in between sobs. I walk closer in the room fighting tears from just seeing her hung-over and crying. “It’s your baby book” I sit on the edge of her bed as she hands it to me. I start flipping through it as I find some pictures of me, mom and… dad I start fighting tears as hard as I could but it didn’t work they started rolling down my face as I look at the picture of me and him when I was three years old mom reaches over to hug me “I miss him too” “If you loved him so much why are you acting like this now he is probably rolling of In his grave looking at you” I say sobbing as hard as possible I pull her arms off of me and run out of her room and shut the door.


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I run down the stairs as fast as I could head into the kitchen to the attic close the attic door. I start wiping my eyes of all tears look at the picture of me and my dad for a few minutes. I start crying. Crying as hard as I could as hard as I ever have I couldn’t stand to see him see him with me again. I miss him too much for this right now. It was only two years ago it happened. They day… the day he got killed by no other then a teenage boy in a car. He was walking home from his job he always said how its good exercise to just walk it out. I was at school when It all happened all I know is my teacher told me my mom was on her way to pick me up and take me to the hospital something horrible happened to my dad. Then I all I had was thoughts going through my mind. My dad was the best dad in the world he would take me everywhere he could. We never fought or I never told him I hated him like a regular teen. I just told him I loved him along with mom. All I did was run out of class and out the door where my mom was I got into the car. We got to the hospital it was too late. He had already passed I don’t remember any other time I cried so hard before. My mom oh my mom she didn’t cry she drank it away. That’s when she started drinking. I miss my dad so much I pretty much quit school I haven’t went sense last year. Everyone kept bringing it up when I just wanted to forget it. I heard my mom’s door open and then slam she was looking for her keys that I have right here in my pocket. “CANDI WHERE ARE MY KEYS” I didn’t waste my breath on responding to her. I put my baby book a side climbed down the stairs.



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As I closed the attic door and locked it my mom came up to me “Where are the keys Candi” “MOM you’re not going out to drink anymore” “CANDI I NEED THE KEYS” I try and walk away as she grabs me and starts shaking me “CANDI I NEED THOSE KEYS GIVE THEM TO ME” “NO GET OFF OF ME” I try and fight her off of me then she lets go the next thing I know it’s black from there. It was like I wasn’t nothing I couldn’t wake up until I heard my name being called I tried to wake up. “Candi wake up Candi” “wha” I tried to say what but still was dizzy. “Candi can you see me?” “Yes” I say trying to open my eyes but it was all still blurry. Some guys had a bunch of towels around the back of my head and I hurt really bad back there. “What happened” I asked softly “You fell and hit the back of the glass table” Me remembering what really happened but not saying anything “Where’s mom” I said still trying to sit up “Your mother is up stairs we put her into bed she called us” I knew she would have called but I thought she would take the keys and run “Oh” “We are gonna have to take you to the hospital” “No No No” I said sitting up and knowing what would happen there they would find all of the bruises and everything then ship me away like some animal. “You have to be checked out” “I will be fine just a scratch I said standing up holding the towel to my head “Thanks for coming but I’m fine” I walk slowly up stairs still dizzy from all of the blood they I lost I closed my door grabbed my iPod off the charger laid down on my back so I would have pressure for the towel. I was slightly falling asleep to the music by Nsync God Must Have Spent A Little More Time on You. I heard my door open but didn’t have the strength to look I was too tired. I felt a hand go over my face and take the towel from beneath my head.

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I woke the next morning with a killer head ache. I could barely sit up in my bed. I sat up holding my head and opened my door to go down stairs. I noticed my mom’s door was opened I kept walking down stairs. There she was on the coach drinking again. I sighed went to the kitchen started some coffee and poured me some rice crispy cereal. My mom just stayed there sitting on the coach watching TV with no care in the world I am just so tired of fighting with her I just ignored it. Once the coffee was done I took it and my cereal and went up to the attic. I started writing in my diary about last night how she pushed me and I ended up with a busted head. I couldn’t believe that she came in my room last night kissed me on my cheek and took the towel from my head. I am just going to have to put it behind me I need to find some kind of work because I just bet her check is gone and I am not going to ask her I don’t want to talk to her at all today. She makes me so sick to my stomach I can’t believe it. I put down my diary started sipping on my hot coffee took a couple bites from the cereal I mean it’s the first thing I ate in 2 days. I started crawling around I remember having a little TV when I was a kid I believe we put it up here. I found it after a while of looking I plugged it in to the only outlet up here started moving the antenna around and it came on. It isn’t the best TV in the world at least it gets up to 10 I mean I am just so bored. So I sat back and drank my coffee and ate my cereal. I was finished so I decided to go downstairs and do the dishes sense my mom isn’t going to she is probably maybe half way drunk by now. I slowly closed the attic door and went in the kitchen with my cup and bowl “Candi” I ignored “Candi!” I still ignored as I filled the sink with dishes “CANDI” I started putting a little soap in the water as mom approached me “I was calling you” she slurred out I still ignored as I started to wash a cup. She grabbed me by the arm “CANDI I need you” “GET OFF OF ME MOTHER” I pushed her off of me she went flying across the room.

[huskerrich]

nice job more please

[Hannahfan_eva211]

hahah thanks for reading! i can write all day but i need a little break for a couple minutes :P

[adolphin]

Has anyone told you how good of a writer you are?
You are amazing!
I love it!
More!

[Hannahfan_eva211]

Thanks! I will i'm writing as fast as i can!

[adolphin]

haha
ur welcome!
(:
yay!

[WiLDoNE0457]

more!!!!

[Hannahfan_eva211]

OKay more coming soon! i have been suppppeeeerrrr BUSY today! i will find time tonight to continue!

[caylee[:]

more!
this is amazing!
you are one of the best writers on MMW!

this is sad though.
i'm glad your one of the people who aren't including the JB.
as much as i love them. haha. xD

[Hannahfan_eva211]

haha thanks! more is coming up soon!

[Hannahfan_eva211]

Sorry for the short chapter that is mainly why i didn't put pages on it :P
Chapter Three





I am in shock as I see what I’ve done to her. As I walk down the hall to find her hospital room I don’t even care neither how I’m dressed nor the bruises I have on my face. All I care about is how I know she is in here because of me because of my acts. I don’t know if it was the right thing to do should I have pushed her off of me? Should I have done more then call 911. It’s my fault she hit that metal end on the table it’s all on me if she dies if she can’t remember who she is. Tears start rolling down my face as I walk in pain as I walk in deep thought finally I reach her room where I look in the window. It’s like I don’t even care I am crying all I care about is if she survives I just can’t think about anything else right now. I slowly slip down on the floor up against her window I don’t care if anyone sees me I can’t control my tears right now. If my mom does die I will be without a dad and mother I don’t believe I could handle that. I will go to a foster home how could I have done this I didn’t mean to hurt her when I did that I didn’t mean to do anything. I don’t even know if I did do it on purpose what if I did what if I was too lost in anger I just had to push her. I know what I did was wrong in a way I don’t regret it in a way I do I just can’t explain my feelings about this right now I am very confused on how I feel. “Are you Miranda’s daughter?” I wipe my eye and stand up “Yes” The doctor looks down at the chart I always called the chart of mystery cause no can look at it but the doctor “Well your mother is in a coma” I am shocked I can’t move my mouth can’t close my eyes I can’t breathe. As I drive home still in my deep shock I can’t think it’s like I can’t even breathe. I arrive at my house not even knowing what I’m doing I get out of the car close the door run up to the door and open it. I run up stairs into my mom’s room I stop. I sit on her bed start when a tear rolls down my eye I pick up the picture of me and her… next thing I know it’s have cross the other room broken. I start just going ballistic I throw all of the pictures of me and her. I throw her pillows I throw her shoes I have so much anger going through me along with sadness I start crying hard then harder until I cry as hard as I could. Finally once I settle down I walk into my room crawl in the bed start crying some more then finally I stop I start to get up and walk around the house. I ran through the kitchen to the attic I walk slowly up the stairs for I used most of my energy on crying and tearing my mother’s room apart. I climb up and sit up against my special pillow and grab my journal start writing about all of the horrible things that have happened with the last 48 hours then start adding more to my fantasy life. I think it’s pretty bad I have to write a fantasy life when kids are out there living it I need to do something with my life besides worrying all the time about my mother I need to do something to take my mind off of her. I can’t sit here doing nothing while she recovers I can’t and I won’t I am too stubborn to do that which another quality I got from my dad. I finish writing I put my diary down as I sit back just trying to take a break I have the worst headache ever. As I start to relax more thoughts go through my mind I wish this was all over. I wish I didn’t cause this problem I just want to be somewhere else right now. I have nowhere to go but here I know no one I have no one the only person I have is my mother and because of me she is in the hospital in a coma. I feel so guilty I feel so helpless I feel like I have nothing I am really worth nothing like my mom said she actually had something right. Finally I fall asleep that is the only thing I can do right now to keep my mind off everything. I wake up screaming as loud as I can now I can’t sleep I can’t be awake I dreamed the whole thing that happened over. Why this does have to happen to me why does everyone have a happy when all I have or had a drunken mom. I hear something I never thought would ring the phone. I quickly got up and opened the attic door ran down the stairs into the living room and answered the phone. “Huh hello” no answer I figure someone had the wrong number we don’t know anyone. I run up the stairs into my room which I never really had time to look at all I usually did was crawl into bed grab my iPod and grab clothes. I opened my two closet doors started looking through my plies of clothes and I found a little box I wasn’t sure if I wanted to look in it or not. It didn’t have anything wrote on the top of it or anything so I attempted to open the box. I see a bunch of books they look like scrapbooks more than likely.

[WiLDoNE0457]

more!

[Hannahfan_eva211]

sure will write more! in bit maybe ;)

[adolphin]

I love it!
But I am going to make ONE suggestion.

It would be a little more helpful if you added more periods.
Ot's OK if you dont, its just a suggestion.

[caylee[:]

more!
i want to see whats in the box!

[caylee[:]

I love it!
But I am going to make ONE suggestion.

It would be a little more helpful if you added more periods.
Ot's OK if you dont, its just a suggestion.

yeaa.
i noticed that.
a little too many run-on sentences.
once again, ^^ just a suggestion.

[Hannahfan_eva211]

thanks! and you'll find out prob tomorrow. I MIGHT be able to write a LITTLE tonight but not the whole chapter.

[Hannahfan_eva211]

OMG guys i am sooo sorry i have been sooo busy i will post next chapter soon!

[Hannahfan_eva211]

Chapter Four



As I stare at the box still not knowing if I want to open the book or not I pick it up. Then sit on my bed as I open it slowly. I open it from the middle when something falls out. It’s an old paper folded up so I unfolded the paper. What I found was shocking it was a list of people I looked at the names which I have never heard in my entire life. It has Aunt, Uncle, Cousin and niece next to some of them. I went down stairs with the paper to go grab the phone and see if any of the numbers next to the names worked. First I dialed Aunt Dixie and ended up with no luck it says the number is not in service. Next I dialed Uncle Max again number not in service. This is the last one I will try Nephew Tray. This one ring which surprised me a lot I put the paper down in sat on the couch. “Hello” a very young boy answers “um yes does a person named Tray live there?” silence for a minute “yeah hold on” I wait in excitement finally I found family finally I have someone hopefully he’s nice. I just keep thinking about what he’s like I mean it’s the first family member I get to know. “Huh yea” a soft voice says “umm is this Tray Gored? “ “Yeah who’s askin?” “Um my name is Candi I am Bill and Miranda’s daughter ring a bell?” “Oh Aunt Miranda? Yeah I know her you’re her daughter?” I was thinking oh great it has to be mom’s family member “Yeah umm my mother is in a… coma” I say softly “oh well I’m sorry… why did you call me? Just to tell me that” “Not exactly I was wondering maybe I can come see you it would be nice to hang out with family” “well sure I don’t care” I smile really wide almost as wide as I could. After I got of f the phone with Tray I went up to my room and packed pretty much everything I had I wanted out of the house. I wanted out of the house as bad as I ever did before to many memories in this house. Too many bad memories that I don’t want to remember. I finally packed all of my clothes and grabbed my iPod and charger. Man I hope he has a washing machine or else I will have to wash in his tub. I grab my picture frames with pictures of my dad with me, my mom with me and all three of us and I threw it in the bag. I ran down stairs, through the kitchen and up to the attic to get the rest of my stuff. I crawl around just grabbing stuff I mean I hope I’m not over reacting he said I could visit not live with him, but I wasn’t taking any chance to come back and grab my stuff all over. I looked around seeing if I missed anything then I remembered my favorite pillow as I pick it up a frame drops. The picture of me and dad the week before he died a tear falls I quickly wipe it and grab the picture. I run down the stairs as I lock the attic door. I grab my bags, car keys and the paper with the address and phone number on it and I’m out the door. I ride down the street looking at the address he is just in the other city I know where to go. I keep looking around at houses and family’s then I see a girl in the window with her father screaming at her with a beer bottle in his hand. I close my eyes thinking of when mom used to do that then I quickly get my eyes back on the road. I am lost in my own little world not even acting as I should not even thinking as I should I’m acting as I’m an adult but I’m a 15 year old. I guess I had to grow up fast in my house. I had to see things young girls shouldn’t see when I was 13 I became an adult. I arrived at a little old house in a small town. I looked at the cute little house looked down at the address on the paper “a guy lives here” I mumbled. I got out of the car closed the door and walked up the white painted door. Knocked kinda loud so they could hear me. “Yes?” a guy answered the door.


Sorry for the shorty that is why there is no pages :|

[huskerrich]

nice job kam, you are doing fine, sometimes you don't have the time, more please when you get a chance.

[Hannahfan_eva211]

Thanks.. I will soon hopefully :)