My Death Note

Prologue

It started with a sip, sips turned into glassfuls, suddenly there were bottles lying everywhere you looked and walked.

She’s been like this ever since my older brother died in the car accident last year.

My mother I mean.

She quit her job as manager at an Apple store and ever since has been idly living off the rest of her days on the couch.

After my brother’s death my dad couldn’t handle my mom, so one day when we weren’t home he packed up all his belongings and left. Right after my dad left things got worse, she became so hard to talk to, always responding to me in nods, shrugs, or complete silence before finally shutting me out completely.

With this happening not even a month after my brother died, my mom couldn’t handle losing two of the  most important men in her life, so she turned to drugs and alcohol. 

If she’s not drunk, she is either sleeping, or getting high off heroin in the spare bedroom.

The random times when she’s not home she is gambling away what should have been my brother's college tuition.

I don’t feel safe in my home anymore, the smell of alcohol and drugs assault my nose everytime I come home from school.

I’m so tired of seeing my mother on that couch everyday with the same glazed over eyes staring at the ceiling and empty bottles everywhere.

It's true about what they say, you'll never know what you're losing until it's gone. The memories, the hugs, the kisses, the laughter, the love. Gone, all of it.

I just want my mother back.