My Death Note

Chapter 1

Wednesday, April 9, 2018

There are three more days till my birthday on the twelfth.

Last night there was a terrible snow storm so it’s a snow day today.

( I live in Canada so🌨️)

I’ve been locked up in my room all day reading only going down to get food or to go to the bathroom.

“Manny can you give me that bottle of Jack’s on the counter” my mom said as I came down the stairs.

I sigh as I walk over to the almost empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the counter next to the sink full of dishes. I put my plate on the mountain of wares and walked over to give her the bottle.

As I stood in front of the person I knew as my mom I studied her.

Her hair was oily and clinging to parts of her face, she had a foul stench and she was looking sickly pale and thin. Her fingernails and teeth had started turning a prominent yellow colour.

Standing there looking at her I felt nothing but anger and disappointment.

Why did she have to do this to herself?

Why is she being so selfish?

Doesn’t she know that I’m also suffering?

Why can’t she go to therapy or rehab, isn’t she stronger than this?

All those thoughts were going through my head, next thing I knew I raised my hand and smashed the bottle on the floor.

“Why did you do that, there was some left!” she said looking at the shattered pieces.

“I’m tired” I say quietly

“What?” she asks

“Mom I’m tired! I come home from school everyday and you're high or drunk out of your mind! Do you think you’re the only one hurting after Jace died? I’m hurt too can’t you see? How can you be so selfish?” I spat out at her.

(Jace is her dead brother)

“Honey listen I’ve just been going through a rough patch.” she starts

“And I haven’t? Don’t you feel any remorse for completely neglecting me?”

At this moment the tears I was holding threatened to fall. It was quiet for a moment before I continued.

“You disgust me” I say; anger laced my words.

Just as I was about to leave, I fell a hard tug on my hair that sent me propelling to the floor.

“You little b*tch! You think just because I’m lenient on you, you can just go around yelling in my house!

“Do you know how many things I sacrificed for you and your brother but this is how you treat me!” she screamed.

“I’ll teach you a good lesson.” She then proceeds to slap me, kick me, spit on me and assault me again and again.

Just as she finishes her assault on my body she grabs my hair and drags me up the stairs.

Soon we reach the other bedroom which holds her ‘equipement’.

She takes me and straps me to a chair in the room when I notice she gets a needle.

“Mom- what are you doing?” She remains quiet.

“Mom- don’t do this please. Mom- please let me go” Tears were flowing rapidly as I pleaded with my mother to let me go. She didn’t listen.

“Mom please I’m sorry for screaming at you, I was wrong just please let me go” I pleaded with her.

She turned to me as if hearing none of my pleas.

There she is holding a belt, a needle and a piece of ribbon.

“Mom please come to your senses, don’t do this.”

“You want to scream I’ll make you scream” she says as she covers my mouth with the cloth.

I was crying profusely. I just wanted her to stop. She then rapped the belt just above my elbow and pulled it tight.

I was shaking the chair rigorously trying to get out to no avail. I kicked, I used up all the strength I had left but it was no use.

She slapped me again trying to get me to sit still.

She then pushed the needle in and injected me with the heroin.

After that my memory was hazy. I remember seeing her do the same thing to herself.

Then I blacked out.