The Kids From Yesterday

"I can do this. I can do this." I said to myself over and over again. I was sitting in the passenger seat of my step father's car. For once he was sober, I couldn't be more thankful. I knew it wouldn't last long. We sat silently in all black, on our way to my mother's funeral. My name is Elena way marks. I am fifteen years old. My step father has sexually and physically abused me since I was 12. My mother, the only person I knew who knew who my father was, committed suicide less than a week ago. I don't know if ill ever see my friends again. And right now all I want to do is crawl into an empty grave and sleep forever.