About 2 years later, when I was 10, my life was turned upside down. My mom was in her room probably doing cocaine, and I was in my room, watching Dr. Phil. The year I turned 10, my mom had starting doing more pot and eventually started doing meth. I wasn't getting the attention I wanted from her. I was a needy child, I mean damn, always wanting something. But, she never listened. Anyways, since my mom was so neglective, I was always at my neighbors house. One time, my moms pimp came over and pulled a knife out on her because she wouldn't give him his pot. I remember it like it was yesterday, my mom was screaming because she was scared, I was underneath the cabinet, eavesdropping. When I heard him tell her he was gonna kill her, I darted out of the cabinet and legit ran through the door. 

  Next thing I know, I'm in my neighbors arms, sobbing. I ended up spending the night with the neighbors because I was too scared to go back home. The next day, I went to school and sat by myself for the rest of that week. I never had a lot of friends growing up because I had extreme trust issues. Anyways, I decided to go to my house after school that Friday. As soon as the neighbors dropped me off, I stopped dead in my steps. Police cars and K-9's were lined up next to my house. I saw a policeman drag my moms pimp out of the house and her screaming for them to get off of him. After they put him in the squad car, they got her. That was the last time I saw my mom. She came up to me and said, "I love you babygirl." I looked at her kind of funny and said, "Do you?" And walked away.