My mom and brother are bad drug addicts?

Okay, this is a long story. I am 13, my brother is 21, and my mom is 43. My mom has been a drug addict all of her life. She's been in and out of prison since she was 19. She had my brother, 21, when she was just 22. My brother lived with my grandmother his whole life, he grew up being that mommy was in the hospital, when in reality, she was in prison. He grew up knowing nothing better, and he lived with her until he was 17. I was born to my single mother, actually while she was in prison. She was out for a while, and had gotten pregnant. I still don't like the fact that I was born in a prison hospital. I went homw with my grandma when I was Able to be released from the hospital. then later she was released when I was 4, and spent 9 months clean and sober until she got charged with muder along with my uncle. She did NOT murder anyone, I suppose it was just because the drugs that the person overdosed on, my mom had bought. Anyways, she went back to prison. While me and my brother lived with my grandma, who was a very heavy smoker, my grandma developed lung cancer when I was 8, and he was 16. She didn't tell us, because she didn't want us to worry. My grandma was very quiet about her personal life. That year she was diagnosed with cancer, she was told she had 6 months to live. Unfortunately, I didn't know that. I was only 8. I remember on my birthday, she had a heart attack and our neighbor took us to the ER room. I went with my brother across the street to see my uncle, who was in the county jail. About 30 minutes later we went back to the hospital, to find my grandma being pushed out on a stretcher to a flight for life helicopter. I didn't know what wa going on, but I bursted into tears. My grandma made it home 2 weeks later, and was on an oxygen tank. Maybe 2 months later, my grandma had another heart attack when I was asleep. I don't know what woke me up that night, but I did, and I found her rubbing her left shoulder. I didn't know what was going on, but I went across the street to get my neighbor. He came over and called the police. The police had me go backto sleep when they got there. I woke up maybe an hour later, to find my grandma being pushed out the front door on a stretcher. I waved good bye, not knowing it would be the last time I said good bye to her. The police took me to a friends house that night, and I was woken up that night by my friends dad. He said my brother was here for me. I walked out, and no or spoke a word, until her da said 'she didn't make it.' I lost it. I bursted into tears and ran into my brothers arms. We want home, and called my uncle who lived in Indiana. He came out that morning, and we went to the hospital, and we saw my dead grandmother laying on a slab in the back room. I can't even describe what it was like. She was yellow, and looked so stiff.. And sad. My uncle had kissed her before we left. Since my mom was still in prison, and my brother was incapable of taking care of me, I moved to Indiana with my uncle, aunt, and 4 cousins. I lived there for 15 months, which was like hell. My cousins treated me like the wicked step child. The hit me, and caused me so much mental pain. Which made things worse, they kept me in the cold attic and I slept on the floor in there.they hardly ever fed me, and I was 71 pounds when I was there (I was 9-10 years old while I was there.) I did 4&5th grade there. When my mom was released from prison, she came and got me the day she got out. It was the best day of my life, because I was leaving that hell hole. My mom spent her first year home clean and sober. (While I was in Indiana, my brother went to jail.) when we got home, we went to visit my brother in the huber dorm. He was soon released, and came home to live with us. Afte maybe 6 months, my mom started her heroin addiction again. Sooner or later, my brother started doing heroin when he saw my mom doing it. The past two years have been hell here, too. My mom and my brother spend all the money we get on heroin. We get foodstamps, but only 200$. And my mom sometimes sells them for money to buy drugs. Our room mate pays ALL the bills, which is totally unfair. My mom or my brother don't even have a job. I'm currently 13 and in 8th grade. Besides my life at home, school isn't easy either. I am overweight, and always teased about it. I can't stand life like this anymore.. My mom and brother are never home and I just... Hate life. It feels like no one understands, and I really need help with my situation.. Oh, my mom and brother have a no contact and are on probation. So I CAN'T call the police. I can't lose my mom again. oh, my brother also abuses me. He will hit me and call me names when I find his needles and spoons. He also sold my iPod touch. And we recently got 3 iPhones free with a Two year contract and he already somehow traded his and my moms for dope. I still have mine, but it will soon be shut off because we can't even afford the first bill with her addiction.. Thanksgiving is coming up, and we won't have a dinner anyway. Plus, Christmas is going to be just another day.. Because we can't even afford money to get gifts.. But, I guess I'm used to it.. So, that's basically it. I have no clue what to do, I don't want to live like this anymore. Thanks
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Asked Nov 17, 2012
Go to your local Social Services office, tell them about this and ask if you can be placed in a foster home. If you don't know where they are located, comment below with the name of the city and state where you live and I will locate it for you. Don't put your name or any identifying information, just the city and state.
Answered Nov 18, 2012
social services all the wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Answered Nov 28, 2012

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