Hi, my name is May. I live with my grandmother. I have no parents or siblings. My grandmother has kept me since birth. I never really knew my parents, just that they were drug addicts.

When I was almost six I experienced my uncle’s death. Some say he jumped out of the window and others say he was thrown out the window. I know the truth. He was brutally beaten to death then thrown out the window. I’ll never really know for sure who killed my uncle. My grandma tells me that my father killed him.

I’ve lived in the hood my whole life. My grandfather walked out on my grandmother when she decided to keep me. He told her that it would be ugly to keep a druggy’s kid because they would come around all the time. My grandfather was wrong about that. My mom and dad never came around. They never called even just to say hi.

When I was 10 I started selling my body to make money for my grandma. I did that for at least four months. I stopped because this man picked me up and took me to a deserted building and beat me and almost burnt me alive in the building. I honestly thought my life was over.

When I survived, I knew I met the bear. Meeting the bear is when you almost meet your death. When I turned 11, I started drinking and smoking pot. Drinking took my life away. I was put in a foster home because I was caught for under-age drinking. It didn’t make me any better, it just made me worse.

From that day I moved into my new house, I didn’t go to school. I drank and did drugs everyday. When it was my 12th birthday, my friend gave me a set. A set is needles. I thought it was cool when I did it. I thought, “ how’s one time going to hurt me?” It didn’t hurt me, jest made me feel like I needed it all the time. So I started using it a lot before I started using it people said I looked really pretty, but when they saw me after I used it they said I looked ugly.

When I was 13, I was already in treatment. I was in treatment for drug and alcohol addiction. Maybe I’m this way because I only had one good person in my life and that was my grandmother.

On my 14th birthday I got out of treatment. I went home to my grandmother. When I got there she told me she didn’t want me back in her house. I asked her why and she told me I was too young to understand the real meaning of life and slammed the door.

I lived on the streets after that day. I sold drugs and my body for clothing and food. Living this way wasn’t my goal. My goal was not to end like my mom. Working ever day with the drugs showed me my mom for the first and last time. When I sold her a set, she overdosed on it.

From that day on I stopped selling sets and just sold my body. A moth after I met my mom, I got pregnant. I don’t think I’ll ever find out who is the dad of my baby. I am almost 16 now and I have a baby girl. I’m lucky there’s nothing wrong with her. My new goal was to make sure my baby followed a better path then I did

On My 17th birthday and my baby girls, 1st birthday, I met a guy. A really really nice guy. His name was Mark Roberts. He was on vacation from his home in Saskatchewan. I met him through a school seminar, I was there so I could get my baby a place in the school when she turned 4.

He saw me and some how knew exactly what I had gone through. I began talking to him and he made me feel better about myself. He helped me through adoption procedures that he had talked me into. That was the day that I saw my baby finally step on to a better path.

After that I went to Saskatchewan with Mark. I said good bey to my grandmother, though she didn’t answer back, and I left. I’ve been living with him ever since. He got me into an all girl school for girls just like me and I’m at the top of my class.

Though I am 19 now he is 21, but I don’t think of him as a lover.

I think of him as my angel.

This Angel is XxWarlordxX so for all who know him thank him for me!