The Lives We Live Chapter 1 The Lives we live I guess I should have seen it coming. She was sick in a way that no one and no medicine could fix. A way that drove her off the top of our apartment building. Despite the many things they tried and we tried nothing could wrap around her thick yet broken skull. My mom was mentally unstable from the time my father left us to the time of her death. Last week. We weren't close or anything so the years at her funeral were more frustration then sadness. " Byron." I heard someone say behind me. When I spun around I found my aunt standing there with an apologetic smile. " Time to go." I nodded, slung my back pack over my should and grabbed the last of my boxes. This would be the last time I set foot in this house. Or even lived near it for a long time.