Life's nutcase Prolouge

When my father and mother heard about my goals in life, they were less than pleased.
"You'll end up on the streets." Mom said.
"Or she'll be a whore for hire." Dad added, and I grimaced. He shook his head, and adjusted his seat on the couch. "Look, we're saving you from a lifetime of pain and misery. Now suck it up and take our advice...For once." He mumbled the last part, and mom looked down at her manacured nails.
"He is right though, in a harsher sense. You can't depend on your drawings to get you by."
Wow. Way to boost my self-esteem (Which was already dangerously low.). "Fine." I huffed, and walked up the stairs and into my room. I slammed my door shut, making the poster of The Flash rattle a little. I kicked off my shoes, and started to feel a lump in my throat rise.
I was starting to think I should name the lump. Like...Lumpy McLumpus. Or something like that, since he came around so often.
I took a swig of the glass of water that was on my computer desk, and let out a gasp of content when I downed it all.
The Lumpy McLumpus went away, and I flopped back down on my bed; still clutching the glass in my right hand. It felt cold, yet stable. I knew it was there. I could certainly say it was there and would be there unless I dropped it on the floor.
Unlike my future. I wasn't as sure about that. I was very afraid of how that would turn out. It was uncertain and unclear.
I dropped the glass, and it thuded against the berber carpeting. I flexed my right hand, the feeling of holding the glass gone.
Now I could say that it wasn't there. But I couldn't say it was on the ground.
It could roll under the bed and be swallowed by the trash or miscelanious items that were under there.
But it could also just be where I dropped it, too.
I shook my head, trying to get the complex thoughts out of my brain. I rested my hands under my head, and blew air from my lips and made a goofy sound.