The shattered image - Ch 8: Daisukes story

DAISUKES STORY

She silently sat on the floor, pulling out hair from her head. My mother. She was an alcoholic psychotic woman. "Do you see this David?". David is my actual name. I was born in America by my half Japanese mother and a father I never knew.
"Do you see this?"
She pulled out another lock of hair.
"I see it." What am I suppose to answer? She scared me.
"Do you see this David..... This... flower" She smiled creepily and began to laugh. She was in her worse state right now. My experience told me to run. "Im gonna pick up some few things mom" I ran out the front door. It was cold and dark, snow started to fall down. "It's winter" i slowy said to myself. A 7 year old, alone, on the street, and the only person he could rely on was his psychotic mother... That was my reality.
Mom starting getting sick when I was 5 years old. She started showing signs of split personality and paranoia. She saw things there wasn't there, she heard things, and believed in unreal things. "They are out to get me!" she usually screamed. Mother went to a doctor. He prescribed her expensive medicine she couldn't afford. Mother couldn't get a job because of her sickness, we lived off of unemployment benefits, but it wasn't enough, so she started selling herself. It made her miserable and she began to drink... In just two years she turned out like that.

It was cold. The snow began to stay, a white layer of snow covered the ground. Couples walked around hand in hand. Business men were fetching a couple of things in the convenience store before heading home. I stayed inside the store, just to get some heat. 
"You! if you're not getting anything, get out!"
I wandered back to our apartment. It was locked. Figures. "Mom?" She didn't answered. "Mommy?" No answer. I panicked. What do I do? "MOMMY!" I screamed with all my might. "Haaaaaa-haaaaaaaa" She opened up the door, drunk as f*ck, "Did i triaaaaack yourrh..??" (did I trick you) Completely wasted. Tears started to drip down my face.
"Awww. Did i scuare you thuat muachhhhh........????" (Did I scare you that much?)

My mother was mentally unstable. She continued to become worse. At a age of 10 she gradually lost herself completely to her sickness. She was no longer the mom I knew. She did drugs, she hit me continuously, and blamed me. "If only you hadn't been born! If only!" She would scream on a daily basis. I would escape, sometimes not come home.

When I was 12, my mom was so unstable she wasn't even able to sell herself anymore. The money ran out, and she couldn't afford her drugs. She took what little money we had left, sold everything, and bought two plane ticked back to japan, where she delivered me to an orphanage and wandered off. 

I started doing drugs and became a delinquent. When I was 13, a man stopped me from hitting someone. He took me home, cleaned me up and started to care for me as if I was his own son.
I live with him till this day. He did so much for me, Im forever in his debt.