Alexia Eden (FairyTales Don't Exist)(2)

By: Sophie Summers

Yes, I was a good girl who didn’t keep any secrets from her mother and that’s because there was nothing to keep from her, I would tell her everything – she was my best friend. She was supportive of me, always backed me up on anything I was involved with and she’d say that as long as I was happy she’d be happy.

Of course I was still a daddy’s girl, where my mother was a words type of woman my father was more of the do now, talk later type. Mom always had the right words to say at the right moment, but my father was a different story however… when I was younger many kids thought it was funny to pick on the short chubby kid.

I kept quiet about it for a little while because I was embarrassed about being picked on for my weight but when one kid tripped me and I went home crying, I told my father everything. My dad wasn’t someone with many words, he was the type that went to all the boys’ houses that bullied me demanding that their fathers make them apologize and if they don’t discipline their children - he would.

He was a big guy, being 6’6 feet tall and since he worked at the gym everyday he was big in the muscle department too, suffice to say that from that day onwards - I was never bullied again whenever I went to the playground.

My parents met in high school and it was the typical jock meets cheerleader, they get married have babies and live happily ever after - although not in that order and it didn’t exactly end that way.

Mom and dad were dating for about just over a year when mom found out she was pregnant with me, determined as she was, she completed school with only the support of my father at her side since their parents did not support the decision of mom keeping me. Straight after high school they got married and Dad started working full time at a small gym downtown to help mom while she was at college getting her Degree in Management.

Max’s Gym was my other home when mom was at school. Uncle Max, who owned the gym, was like my granddaddy; since he didn’t have any kids of his own he took dad under his wing. When Max passed away from Cancer, he left the gym to dad and with the help of mom's management degree they soon had turned the place around and gained many more clients. A few years later they opened another gym in the next town which also became as successful as the first.

At the age of fifteen I felt that my life was great, my friends were amazing, my parents were the perfect duo and we were all as happy as could be, seeing my parents work through all the hard times that life threw at them, they still overcame it all, it really made me truly believe that love could possibly conquer all…

Guess that was before daddy was killed in the car accident when an eighteen wheeler truck skipped the red light, before mom started taking prescription drugs to deal with the depression or before we were thrown out our home because we didn’t have money to pay for it since mom stopped looking after the Gyms and spent all the money on anything to take her mind off what was really happening.

Let’s just say that nobody told me what to do or what would happen when you lost that one person you loved so much, the person that you would do anything and everything to be with them, the one who was your soul mate, your other half... the person meant just for you…

Two years later and three months into my senior year, mom’s friend Amber, and a few hours South in a small town called “Point Bright” found mom a management job in the bar she works.

So here we are, on the road to our new home...


Guess whoever named this shit-hole “Point Bright” didn’t see what I was seeing.

Our new home, which turns out to be similar to any other trailer park is surrounded by a bunch of small houses. The houses are encircled by wooded area and forest.

The two years since dad’s death has been a nightmare, I thought it would get better...that mom would somehow see that I also lost someone, it felt as if I was alone that I did not only lose my father but my mother too.

As if the alcohol wasn’t enough, mom was prescribed pills to deal with the depression of losing my father, she obviously enjoyed the feeling she was getting when she used them because she started taking the drugs on a more regular basis, when the prescribed drugs lost the edge she craved she decided that something stronger was needed.

I don’t even know what she’s taking anymore - she’s moved on from alcohol, to taking pain killers to cocaine. I cringe at the memory of accidentally walking in on her in the bathroom while she was snorting it, she was too drugged up to even notice she left the door open and I was leaning against the frame watching her. She doesn’t even remember me throwing the shit down the toilet or the fit she threw when she realized her last fix for the day was gone. That didn’t stop her from going out and getting more though…

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