As I pried my eyes open to the bright sunlight. I finally remember what went down last night. My mother was throwing me around and finally she just kicked me in the head and that's when it all black from me passing out.

Oh, where are my manners. My name is Ella Louise Lupin. My mom was too drunk and drugged up to come up with my own actual name. My first name came from the doctor because my mother couldn't focus long enough to name me, and my middle name is her first name. I am 6 years old and I live my mother. My mother says my dad left before he found out about me. Mother still abuses alcohol and drugs which means she abuses me as well. I'm hardly fed or clothed. I only have the shirt and shorts that I have on now. The only toy I got was the one I stole out of the garbage; it was stuff wolf, so I name it moony. Mother says that my father is a monster and soon I'll be a monster too.

Mother makes me do some unbelievable things such as; go do drug deals with her so more people can come find her easier since she has a kid and then sometimes, she makes me smoke with her because of her being lonely. This has caused me to have some health problems, but mother doesn't want other people know what she does to her 6-year-old daughter.

I am pretty sure I have asthma and heart problem.

Right now, I am doing the dishes. I must stand on a step stool just to reach the sink. All the drugs ae stunting my growth. As I was pulling out a glass cup, I heard the front door slam open which scared me. I jumped and the glass cup left my hand, as it contacted the floor it Shattered. I froze with fear. I scrambled down from the stool and tried to clean up the broken glass as soon as possible before mother saw it. Apparently, I wasn't fast enough because the next thing I know I felt her hand meet my cheek making me fall over.

"How dare you break my stuff while I give you a roof over your head and scrapes to eat!"

"I'm sorry mother. You scared me when you came in."

"That's not good enough. You will have extra chores tomorrow and you'll be my drug partner tonight and tomorrow you'll go with me to sell some drugs."

She grabbed me by my hair and dragged me up the stairs. She threw me into my "room". It's more of a broom closet. She slammed the door shut and the room was engulfed in darkness. I crawled over to the little night light I stole out of the trash and turned it on.

I crawled back over to my makeshift bed. It was just a pile of blankets and one pillow. I got under one blanket and laid my head down on my pillow. I grabbed my tattered teddy bear, which I also stole from the trash can by the store, and I held it tightly against my chest. I started to sob into the bear. I keep asking myself 'Why does my mother hate me so much.'

As I fell asleep, Iprayed that something good would happen and I would be gone from my evil mothergrip.