So last year everything was going wrong... My dad left as my mum was going back to the way she was before she had me, she was going back to drugs, booze, cigarettes, you name it she'd have done it, of course I had to stay with my crackhead mother, I woke up one morning and went downstairs and saw my mum passed out on the couch with a can of lager on the table infront of her and she had a pot of pills in her left hand, I shook my head at her and walked into the kitchen, I got my breakfast and started eating it at the table, I stood up and put my dish in the sink once I'd finished, I walked past the living room door and up to my bedroom, I quickly got changed into this (http://www.polyvore.com/beckys_outfit_last_year/set?id=135259394&lid=3928616) and ran outta the house I ran all the way to my dad’s house, which is about 3 miles away from my house, I ran to his door and knocked as loud as I could, Bare in mind that the time was about 5am... I heard him coming down the stairs and unlock the door, once he'd opened it I flew into his arms with tears streaming down my face. He hugged me and told me everything was gonna be alright, when he'd gone back to bed I sat downstairs and played a computer game for abit. Once it had gotten to about 7am, I ran back home and sat on the sofa acting as if I'd just woke up myself, mum came in from the kitchen and said ''Oh... Morning darling, I wasn't expecting you to be awake this early'' she had a cup of coffee in her hands obviously trying to act as if she hadn't woken up with a needle in her arm, I put on my brave face and faked a smile and said ''Yeah, neither did I but I opened my eyes and couldn't get back to sleep'' that sounded more sarcastic than it meant to, my mum obviously noticed how sarcastic it sounded because she rolled her eyes and turned her head back to the TV drinking her coffee.