Life According To Amber Lynn Haner

*Amber's POV*

My name's Amber Lynn Dillon, and I'm fourteen years old, living in Denver. I live with my aunt Larissa, as my mom is gravely sick in the hospital, and hasn't got long left. Aunt Larissa hates me, and always has. I'm not even joking.

I guess you could say I'm different from everybody else. Id be half-hipster, half pastel grunge. What I'm meaning to say, is that I've got black hair with blonde tips, and I listen to pop and some rock music and wear black. It's confusing, sure, but I honestly couldn't give a flying fuck.

Then there's my daddy situation; I've never met him. I've never had anything to do with him, no phone calls or texts, no cards on my birthday, all that shit. My mom said he was just some lawyer, and she's probably right. I'm not fond of lawyers, and never aspire to be one. I want a career in music, and I can play acoustic and lead guitar. I half want to know who my father is, but I half don't, because the asshole left me. And everybody knows little girls need their dads, whereas I was left without one. My step-dad Austin Carlile filled in the father-figure from when i was born (he and my mom met at a coffee shop when she was pregnant with me), and he's basically my dad, even though hes constantly touring with his band Of Mice & Men. That's not to say my mom didn't do her best, she did by far. When she used to be able to.

Mom developed cancer three years ago, when I was eleven. She got the all-clear last year, but it came back earlier on this year, and now it's terminal. She's becoming weaker by the day, and it makes me sick to my stomach that the woman I admire most is fading away, and will be gone forever, shortly.

Im also bullied a lot at school for having a sick mom, and for being different. I've lost count of the amount of times I've had my hair pulled, my lip ring yanked, the kicks and punches I've gotten, and all the names I've been called. But it doesn't matter, I've have my way of coping, but I also fear that I'm on death row, as my will to live is shortening, and once my mom passes, so will I. I'm only living until she goes, then I'll go too.

I just wish that I could see my father before I take my life, just even for a few minutes.

Notes

Lol idek why I'm writing this, but whatever.

Ill leave it up for a while, and I'll continue if you guys like it :3

You can also read my fic on the Pierce The Veil fanfic site, "Life According To Jasmine Preciado", as that's my main priority.

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