Her Unknown Responsibilities

This book is based on a true story about a 15-year-old girl who fought for herself when nobody else would. She became the only person she could rely on and then that was taken away from her too. This is the true story of "Aria Marshall".  Hello my name is Aria and my life was a complete f*****g disaster and this is my story! I was born on February 18th, 2005. That day of all the days that I could have been born was my oldest sister's 7th birthday. She was all but happy about me. My sister was very excited about her birthday because they told her she was finally going to be able to cut her cut on her own. Well, that didn't happen...... oops. You see my mother went into labor and sat in the hospital for hours waiting for me to come out but little did they know I had already been born. My mother's hair was so long back then they couldn't see me...... (hello I'm down here all alone and I can't breathe). My umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck as I was slowly dying my mother was brushing her hair...... "BABY" Sarah my grandmother said. She told me that all she could get out because I was as blue could've been.  Thankfully (I guess) they got me just in time. A few hours later we went home and my sister was SO mad, to be honest, she still hasn't forgiven me for being born on her birthday but she softened up to me a few years later, and when I say few I mean six years. My mother didn't know she was pregnant until five months. She was five months pregnant and she didn't even know it. My sister's and I don't have the same dad. Their mixed and everyone thinks that I'm dominician but who really knows.  She was so addicted to drugs with didn't even know she had gotten pregnant. When Sarah told me this a little piece of my heart broken a little more than what it was already. Truth be told I don't think she wanted me in the first place. Having an abortion was out of the question because that's not what she believed in but why have a baby you don't want?  My mother was cold and distant. Mothers are supposed to love you but instead, she used me. She put me out on the side of every corner to show people that she had a baby that needed to be fed but all the money that people gave didn't go to food it went to the drug dealer. Money is evil in my eyes because having money isn't always a good thing especially in the hands of an addict. I would cry for hours and she wouldn't care. I sat in a motel room chair as she would put a needle in her arm. She would get high off of anything and pass out. Don't get me wrong the people who helped us would sometimes just give food so I didn't always go without but it's what happened after the day was over. When my mother left she didn't leave she stayed with my sisters but she sent me away. Laura told me that I was only going with Sarah for a few days but she had to leave too.  She didn't leave though she stayed with my sisters. I didn't know this until my sisters moved up here with me, Sarah, and Emily. Nora showed me a video of them dancing on Youtube thinking it was just a cool moment to show me but it made me feel lonely. Seeing that she had stayed there with Nora and Sofia made me think that I was just the outcast daughter that she never wanted in the first place. I've always felt like an outsider in my family. All of their issues come before mine. My grandma has a broken back, Sofia has a baby, Nora lives 40 minutes away with Mia at her sisters' apartment. They all have something better to deal with. So I can't speak about my pain or my troubles because everyone else is more important. So I lock it all away because who wants someone who's broken? Who wants someone who feels like dying?