AN:Okay, so this idea came to me while I was jumping on my trampoline. When I jump on there I do most of my thinking, hehe. Anyways, I hope you guys like it.

When I was born my mother wasn't exactly there. She was…In her own world. I don't even think she knew where she was most of the time…

"Ms. Ago?" said the nurse carrying a new born baby girl. She walked into the room where they kept all the medical supplies. "Ms. Ago are you in here?"

She heard a noise come from behind a curtain. She looked over and saw a bit of strawberry blonde hair, she sighed as she realized who it was.

"Ms. Ago, what are you doing back here?" she said removing the curtain from covering the woman. The woman turned around, with a look of confusion on her face. The nurse's smile faded a bit but she kept speaking to her. "Ms. Ago, aren't even going to take a look at your baby?"

Ms. Ago took a few steps forward and looked down at the baby, the nurse looked at her and her smile became big once again, "She's a beautiful baby. Look at those blue eyes."

"Are you sure its mine?" Ms. Ago asked, looking up at the nurse. The nurse was a bit thrown off by the question; she looked at her with a stunned look but kept smiling, even though her smile had become strained. "Yes, yes she's your baby. I was there in the delivery room, I helped with everything. Would you like to hold her?"

"What if I drop her?"

"You won't drop her, I'll make sure of that." The nurse replied handing the baby to Ms. Ago. The young woman took the baby in her arms and looked up at the nurse.

"She's heavy." She told the nurse as she held her child. The nurse only smiled and told her, "She's a normal, healthy baby. You have no need to worry."

The woman just looked down at her baby.

Once my mother was released from the hospital, my grandma took me into her home. She felt that my mother wasn't fit enough to care for me. She was probably right. My grandmother named me Marilyn, Marilyn Christine Ago. My mother was part of my life but not a big part. I still loved her all the same, as long as I had a mother I was happy.

A seven year old girl and an elderly woman walked along the beach. Laughing as the birds flew down in front of them. The little girl ran ahead of the elderly woman, the elder woman called out to her, "Marilyn! Don't run too far ahead!"

"Don't worry grandma I won't!" Marilyn said as she stopped and turned around. The elder woman caught up to her not soon after. Marilyn giggled and stared up at her grandmother, "Grandma, let's go to China!"

The elder woman looked down confused at Marilyn. Marilyn just kept on smiling then turned around and started running, "Fly with me to China grandma! C'mon!"

She ran laughing with her arms spread at her sides and so did her grandmother. Not knowing what the next day would bring.

I loved my grandmother dearly. She was always there for me no matter what happened. Though, I blame myself for what happened that fateful day…

Marilyn and her friends were playing on the beach, covering one of them in sand.

"Marilyn!" came her grandmother's voice. "Marilyn!"

"C'mon, let's hide!" said one of her friends. They ran and hid behind some rocks. Still keeping sight of Marilyn's grandmother.

"Marilyn! Marilyn, where are you?!" Marilyn looked at her grandmother as her friends giggled. She still didn't answer to her grandmother's call. A few hours later, Marilyn returned to her grandmother's home.

"Grandma, I'm home!" she called into the house. She received no reply. "Grandma? Grandma, are you here?"

She walked down the hall and noticed the door to the bathroom was open. She pushed the door open and saw her grandmother lying on the floor, blood all around her.

"Grandma!" she called out and ran to her side. Her grandmother whimpered and turned her head towards Marilyn.

"I slipped," she said in a voice that was barely above a whisper. Marilyn started to cry as she took her grandmother's hand. "Marilyn."

Marilyn looked up at her grandma, "Marilyn, I love you…" Marilyn started crying even harder as she felt her grandmother's hand fell limp.

I didn't know it then but that was only the beginning of my struggles. I moved in with my mother soon after. I knew things would be different from when I lived with my grandmother but I didn't know how different things would be.

Marilyn sat on her mother's bed in tears. Her mother just sat there lighting a cigarette.

"I can't believe she's gone." Marilyn said in between sobs.

"Believe it honey." her mother said in a flat tone.

"Do you think she's watching over us?" Marilyn said hugging a pillow.

"God, I hope not."

"I miss her so much mommy." Marilyn was met with a slap in the face. She looked at her mother who had a crazed look on her face.

"Don't you dare call me by that God awful cutsie wootisie names! God, how'd I get stuck with you?!" she said taking the cigarette out of her mouth and throwing her arms up in the air in a dramatic fashion. "You're the reason why your father left! He gave me the money to get rid of you before you were even born! Why didn't I listen to him? WHY?!"

She slapped Marilyn again across the face. Marilyn continued crying, not because of the slaps but because of the words her mother was saying.

Those words still haunt me to this day. My mother sill loved me no matter what she said; at least I believed she did. As I said before, as long as I had my mother I was happy.

AN: This will become more dramatic later on. Now tell me, do you love it? Hate it? Review please to let me know what you think.