Kelly Nguyen Final Draft 6th period

Holding the key to a promise.



Ever since I was ten years old, I've been living a complete hell hole. My parents never wanted me they blamed me for making their life miserable. my name is Marie Mendez. I’ve been repeating this life as a nightmare over and over again. This live is a living hell without dying. All I ever wanted to be was a mommy or daddy's girl, but none of that is coming true. Ever since I was little, I saw life from a different perspective, so now I got to do me.

It was just the night when my father came home, drunk as usual. He walked in yelling, cussing at me and my mom, smashing things, and slamming her against walls. I tried to stop him by saying, "Daddy no what are you doing? Stop it daddy, stop it, please!" But he just threw me aside and said I was nothing to him but trash blood. I ran over to my mom and said, "Mommy are you okay? I love you mommy." She looked at me with a grin on her face, for the first time she looked at me right in my eyes and for that one moment I felt so special, but she crushed my feelings by saying "Bitch, can't you see the miserable life you gave me? I hate you trick!" There it was, tears dripped down my face, and it felt like as if she cut ma vain but with no knife. As much as she hates me, I love her to death. As I was crying she threw me out the house as if I was a ball. I stood on my porch, and touched the door and said, "I love you mommy and daddy." Slowly I walked to my grandmother’s house. She opened the door to comfort me and took me in.

the next morning, it was my eleventh birthday. My grandmother woke me up and said, "It's your birthday baby girl, rise and shine." I felt like I had the world on my shoulders because my grandmother really loved me, she really did. She gotten me the baby doll I had always wanted. I cried as she gave it to me. This was my first toy; I can't believe it my very own first present. I looked up at my grandma and said, "Mom mom, are my mommy and daddy coming?" As Tears fell down her cheek, I wiped it and she said, “Baby, They'll be here." I smiled and started playing with my doll. Out of the blue, there was a knock on the door asking for Leilani Mendez, who was my grandmother. It was a police officer, saying how my mother had died, because my father had shot her in the head 5 times. I saw my grandma broke down into tears, as if they flooded her. I ran over to the big brown door where my grandmother collapsed. I asked her, "Grand momma what's wrong? She held my face and said, “Sweetie, nothing is wrong just go back inside the room." So I walked back into the living room and turned on the TV to watch it. She came over and touched my face and looked at me as if someone just ripped her heart out. My grandma's face that was a tan complection, gorgeous green eyes, red lips as a strawberry, had suddenly didn't seem realistic anymore. Her face turned pale. She looked at me and said, “My how pretty you've become dear, you look just exactly like your mother." I smiled and said, “Really grandmother? Really? "She replied, “Yes babygirl."I asked her,"G-Mother when is my mom coming?" She cried again, I don't understand why she keeps crying. She told me “Your mom is on a vacation sweetie, she’s on a vacation" I looked down to the ground. I knew my mommy didn't love me, I just knew she didn't. Later that evening, I haven't said one word throughout the whole evening. When it was dinner time I barely touched my food so walked I went up to go to my room and slept.

A week later, my grandma woke me up around nine a.m. She dressed me in a white dress while she was dressed in black. She walked me out to her car and I asked, “Where are we going grandma? I'm so tired, can we please go back home? “She said, “Sweetie, I apologize for not telling you earlier but your mother, she died. We're going to go see her at the funeral today. My heart, how the heartache was killing me, I started yelling, kicking, and swearing. I said to her, “Grandma! Why my mommy? Why? Why? I know my mom didn't want me but that's the only mom I got! Grandma Why?” She cried as I smashed my head against the door. She got in the car and started driving. I sat there in a deep depression. I thought to myself, Why my mother? God if I had never wanted my mommy harm in any way, why did you take her last breath? Was it because that she hated me that bad that she wanted to die? If it is, Can I kill myself to make my mommy come back and love me? My grandma parked the car. She took me out and I asked her, “Grandma was it because she hated me so she wanted to die? She instantly said, “Sweetie your a blessing, don't fill your head up with all that nonsense." As we walked in the funeral home, I saw a casket, in it was my mother. I ran up and tried to wake her up. "Mommy, mommy, mommy, I need you so bad why did you leave me mommy? I loved you so much. Even though you never one told me you loved me." I kept shaking her hand to see if she was going to wake up. Maybe this was just a nightmare, but my grandma pulled me away and thats when I knew it was real. She kept trying to keep me seated but I kept yelling, “Let me go! I want to be with my mommy, I want to be with my mommy!" There I looked at her again she was cold and white. Her hand was as hard as a rock. My grandma put a seat beside the casket so I could sit next to her. As other people walked by to see her, I sat there with my head next to hers on the pillow and I was holding on to her hand, praying to god I was going to kill the nigga that did this to my mom.

It was time to burry my mom. I never pictured this day. There it was my mother, her body in a casket, rolled down the aisle, in a white casket with gold edges. I went up to say one last good bye, I threw a rose down, and swore, “Mommy don't worry I'm going to get the bitch that did this to you, you have my world, but until then rest in paradise mommy, rest in paradise. The lowered her down and my tear dripped onto her casket. When it was time to leave, I sat in the car quietly. When we went home I sat there the whole day looking at my mom's picture. My was she beautiful. She had long brown silky hair, eyebrows thin and shaped bright hazel eyes, and precious red lips. Now her body is white, cold, and nearly gone. When my grandma called me into eat, I walked into the kitchen, and I saw my uncles Jonathon, Tuto, Miguel, Peedi and My two aunts Erica and Nalani. We sat at the table quietly. I smashed my plate onto the ground and ran into my room then slammed the door. My grandma was going to come after me but my uncle Peedi said,"Ma, Let her be she needs her time alone."

Four years has passed and I'm now fifteen. I still stay with my grandma. I have all my mom features now. Everything on me is exactly what my mother had. "Marie Come down stairs and eat!" My grandmother said. I walked into the room and sat down on the chair. Finally I asked my grandmother, “How did my mom die?" she said, “Well now that I think that your old enough to know, your father shot her in the head 5 times." I sat there shocked. “Are you Fu**ing serious?" I yelled out. This shit can't be true I thought to myself. No man not ma pops. He has been completely out of my life since I was ten. I loved him but not nearly as much as the woman who gave birth to me. I couldn't hold on to my word for my mom anymore. It was my dad who had done it, I can't kill my pops. I walked out into the living room and sat on the sofa. I found myself in amazement. Wow my dad, my blood, my flesh, killed my own blood and flesh. How am I supposed to handle this? I told my grandma I was going to be back in a couple minutes I was going out for fresh air. My dad is locked up anyway so what possibly can I do to get back at him for my mom? I guess I just got to let this go.

If my mom was living to see the life I live. I hustle these streets to keep money in my pocket. I'm also an honor student in school and have a boyfriend who loves me more then the world itself. Whatever I do I know I could just look up the sky and see my mom. I'm probably crazy for loving a woman who hated me, But that's my mom at least she treated me better then my dad. He raped me when I was six and I'm going to wait till he gets out so I can get even with him. Kill the girl he with now because he supposedly 'loves her'. My step mom name is Aiiyana Santiago. She got four kids by my dad. I'd be damn if I accepted them as my brothers and sisters. Everyone knows my father; he was the biggest hustler out here in North Philly. I also live in North Philly which we now call BADLANDS. Everyone knows I'm Mark Cintron's daughter. My boyfriend, Dion Colon, hated whoever called me Mark's daughter because he knew how I felt about my father. Dion was always supporting my decisions with what I do. I walked back home and came inside the house. I walked strait into my room and sat there with my head against the chair. Thinking about life as it surpasses my eyes. I opened my eyes to realize my problems. Because of all the pain I had in my life as a kid, From time to time I sit here in depression. That's why in the streets I’m hardcore, can't no one knock me down anymore. I took ma pain out by fighting chicks. I kept my school and social life apart from each other as much as I can. Because that can cause conflicts between everything.

The next morning, Dion and I went to my mom's grave yard. We bought her yellow roses. Her favorite. I sat there thinking about how my father had treated her and that just got me energized to get ready and trash him. My boyfriend tried to calm me down and said, “Baby calm down there isn't any need to be like this, we came here to see your mom”. I shook my head and said,"Yeah, you’re right." After I prayed to my mom I looked up and said,” Even if it is daddy, don't worry mom, I got this I'm going to get him for you, I love you." As we walked away from her grave I smirked and thought he just don't know what he has in store for him, Just wait until he get out of jail, Its going to be a wrap. I'm going to get revenge back for me and my mom.