Dulce was only nine years old, her life was hell and her days were cold. Nothing good ever happend to her, everthing starting would be fighting war. Every day she felt like crying but all she could do was start crying. She needed to talk to someone but her mom was never there she acted as if she would never even care. dulce's routine was the same everyday.. wake up sniff coke ditch school then smoke. Years flew by faster then a plane her days became worst it was driving her insane. At thirteen "she fell in love" and left with an eighteen year old guy, she beleived all his words filled with useless lies. at fourteen she's pregnant the guy leaves her so dulce goes home, her house was empty so now she was alone. The furniture was gone and so was her mom and she kept wondering what went wrong. Dulce goes around to the back door and finds her mom dead on the floor, tears roll down dulce's cheek her hands starts to shake and her body fells weak. The ambulance comes and takes her mom dulce realizes that forever she's gone. She feels terrible mad sad bad stressed and depressed, she had only one solution...death. She grabs the gun and shoots her head, dulce now lays down dead... the only way she could rest in peace..........
