"Hey Lisa. Where's Mariah?"
"I don't know. Probably running around and partying somewhere." She replied casually, as if she really didn't know.
"You know Lisa, you really should take better care of Mariah. Check on her once in a while. Keep her home."
"Don't tell me how to raise my child John. If she wants to screw up her life by partying all the time- let her. It's her life she's wrecking." She lied coldheartedly.
"But that's your job. For Christ's sake Lisa. She's only fifteen. She needs your guidance as a mother."
"She's my child John, not yours. We went into this marrage agreeing you wouldn't help raise her. Now stay out of it." She continued chopping the vegitabled over the kitchen sink. 'I know where she is exactly.' She said to herself. She grabbed a carrot stick and went down to the basement. She stopped in front of a wooden door and turned the knob. "Here's your dinner Mariah. I'd suggest you eat it slowly." She tossed the carrot to me, smiled, and closed the door.
I had been sitting down here for- I don't know- a couple of weeks? I was locked in this room- the lock was on the inside. Only people outside could open the door. All I had in here was a bathroom and a little tiny room attached with a blanket. No furniture, no window, no food, no escape, no hope. Since my mom had gotten married to John, her third husband, I'd been locked down here. I didn't even go to school. I'd listen to them shouting, but never understanding what they were saying. So I sit down here and starve, only receiving the occasional carrot or so, not even on a daily bases. That's all I have to survive on. When she opens the door- I think- if I could just get past her- but my body always fails me. I'm lucky if I can even stand I'm so weak and frail. This single carrot is the first thing she's given me in maybe three days. It's hard to tell in the dark basement.
My mom has always been cruel to me. She didn't want me, and she lets me know it. Her second husband- Craig, divorced her because of something I don't know about. She met John Hanson, and they got married. I was there for the wedding, which was in a private chapel- just the three of us. My mom wouldn't allow andy of John's family members to attend. I don't know anything about John- except that he lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma, which is where we are now. I did know that much. I did know who I was. I'd had plenty of time to think about that one. I have nothing better to do.
My name is Mariah Breyer- oh sorry. Mariah Hanson. I'm fifteen, five foot five the last time I checked, and I have no clue about how much I weigh. Probably somewhere between eighty and a hundred pounds would be my guess. I have these awesome eyes that can change color. One day they can be blue, or hazel. I remember one time they were such a dark shade of hazel, that they were almost brown. But on my birth certificate, I think it says blue- but I think that's just the color they happened to be when they wrote the thing. My hair is getting pretty long now. It's a light mahogany brown color. I remember I used to sit and brush it until it shone. My hair comes to the middle of my back. I'm supposed to be a sophomore in high school, but obviously I haven't been attending. And since I moved here from Oklahoma City, nobody knows I'm alive outside of this house. No help there from the outside world. Now that's a depressing thought. I sat back and wrapped the blanket around me, and went to sleep.
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