My name is Betty williams, i was born in 1997, Atlanta, Georgia, united states.

I was raised only by my mom, since my dad took a run at the age of nineteen after finding out my mom was pregnant.

my mom's parent raised me until i was three years old so my mom could finish her studies. my mom finished her studies and found a job as a fashion designer then took me to Brooklyn, new York in this big lonely mansion, from there i knew i was going to be a loner, she stayed with me until i was five then after that she started traveling for fashion shows, living a babysitter with me then comes home every weekend.

the house was really boring and the stupid babysitter she left with me does nothing but calls her boyfriend. being a little girl, i would just sit and watch her. sometimes she forgets to feed me, i guess that's why i am so skinny.

life was pretty lonely, even in school, if you don't want to be a nerd or get bullied then just be miss nobody, i would always wear hoodie, so i wouldn't get noticed then after a hour of loneliness in school my babysitter would pick me up, after sometimes when i was six i decided to convince my mom to stop hiring the stupid babysitter , after a month, she agreed.

She warned me that i would be alone in the house cause she was busy, she then gave me a knife for protection then goes out of town.

Being a alone must of the time i would stare at the lonely mansion next to our mansion. the house was always dark, so i thought the family living there was also like mine, since my house is always dark.

  one night out of boredom, i took my knife and went out of my house and went to the other house, the door was opened so it was easy to get in
it was dark and dusty inside, i remember stepping on something squeaky and ran out screaming, but of course i was hard headed and came back, when i checked the next day, it was just a rubber ducky and it made me smile because of the thought that i was scared of a rubber duck, it was just a rubber duck but i took it and it became my best friend.

i started looking for a name to call it then when i turned it there was a name on it, JAMES, so i decided to name it James, and yeah, he was for bathing but i also sleep with it, it wasn't that i didn't have other toys, it was just that my mom would buy me this huge fashion doll, that creeps me out in the middle of the night, so i kept it in my closet.

after some months my mom started staying home with me and my gosh my mom talks a lot and she force me to wear barbie stuffs when were going out but i was already used to my hoodie and pant.

"You know what, i wonder who lives in this house." my mom said staring at the window while eating her apple. she points her apple to me and said "hey, you stay here every time, who lives here?" she asked and i shrug my shoulder and said.

"You bought the house." She nodded her head and sat on the table.

"Yeah i did, but i knew there was a man and woman living there with a kid." My mom said and move closer to me  "I heard a rumor that the wife stab the husband because he tried to hurt his own son." my mom gossiped, yap that's her, she knows everything.

"how are you sure that's true." i asked.

"Well they said an ambulance came there and took someone and the woman was brought to the police station." my mom said and bite on her apple again then point her apple to me "so you pick a husband wisely_"

"mom..!!" i wince in annoyance, " I'm just nine years old." i complained and she raised her hands in defense

"just saying.. you know now adays, nine years old also get pregnant." she said and bit her apple.

"there's no such thing."

"you may never know."

"maybe kids with double v." i said and my mom bolted up from the table t and pointed her finished apple at me.

"see..see what I'm talking about, you already know the v word and then next you'd give your v card then would have a d child and would be a w woman or s mother." my mom freaked.

"stop using the short court and just say the word, i mean what is a d child?" i ask with my eyebrow raised.

"a depressed child."

"I'm not depressed."

"i didnt say it was you."

"its obvious that your talking about your life... and the neighbors." i said.

"no i wasnt."

"yes you were."

"and they aren't neighbors, ex neighbors." she argued and sat down.

"see, its not that hard to admit and I'm not depressed."

"you talk like a freaking zombie with no emotion." my mom said and i looked at her with a confused face then realized what she was talking about.

"no i dont."

"see." she said with her "i told you" face.

"no i dont!!." i raised my voice.

"you only raised your voice because i was watching, your always, no i dont, ok, yeah, ill see,." she raised her hand in "what the heck' sign.

"I'm going to my room." i said and pack a hand of coco crunch and stand up.

"and you talk to a teddy bear, oh wait, a rubber ducky and did i mention you feed it." she scream from down stairs.

"because he's hungry."

"its a rubber ducky for Christ sake and he, you even made it into a boy."

"whatever." i said and close my door.

After that day my mom would always stay at home and talk to me which is so annoying, always about my future. sometimes shell say maybe ill suicide, get pregnant, widow, adopt, i mean why cant she look at the brighter side, why does it have to be the dark side, ugh.

"ohh...ohh. honey go get my bag quick and my lipstick." my mom said quickly and turned away from the window and rush to the mirror then started fixing her hair.

"why." i ask confused.

"just quick." i rush up stairs and went to her room, maybe its some hot guy she saw on the road again.

"here you go." i handed her the makeup and she started applying her lipstick.

"hot guy?" i ask

"nop, neighbors!!." she goshed, my eye widen and i rushed to the window, i saw a truck and and some men onloading a truck while a woman guide them, i look at the smaller car and there sat a shadow, the woman knocked on the window and the window was drawn down, i also opened our window to hear.

"james come out here."