Short Stories

When Mommy Gets Sad

I sat in my room as I listened to Mommy's crying and Daddy's shouting. When they finished I heard the front door slam and Mommy cried even louder.

*CRASH* Mommy started to scream and break things in the other room. It started to scare me so I ran under the covers. I tried to sleep but it wasn't working.

"OPEN UP!" Mommy demanded outside my door. I stayed still and pretended to sleep. I heard intense crying and a thud.

"Waggghh...!!! Ngghghh..... Why...? WHY DID HE LEAVE ME!?" She screamed. I don't like it when Mommy cries, it makes me sad too.

"...it's okay Mommy, I'm still here." I said opening the door. Mommy looked up at me and gave me a big hug. Then she lifted me up and took me to the basement. I saw lots of tools, and red. Why was it red? Mommy opened a safe and I saw kids like me. But they were sleeping and they looked sick.

"Mommy has a present for you Malcom." She said.

"A pwesent?" I asked, I felt excited but I wanted to know why the kids weren't moving. I turned 5 two days ago but I didn't have any cake or presents so maybe Mommy wants to give it to me now!

"See this? This box keeps all your brothers and sisters safe. They're sleeping right now, why don't you go wake them up so you can play?" She gave me a small push and I started walking to the kids. I didn't know I had brothers and sisters! This will be so much fun!

*THUD* Momy kicked me in and shut the door. It was so cold in there, and the kids didn't wake up when I called to them and nudged them.

"Mommy? Can I come out now? It's too cold in here." I pleaded but Mommy's laughs were the only thing I heard.

*SLAM* "COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!" I heard. Is that police?

"What!? Who are you?! What are you doing!?" Mommy yelled.

"Mommy? Can I come out please? I don't like it, I'm very cold!" I begged. Suddenly they started shouting at Mommy, telling her to open the door.

She didn't listen and I heard a loud scary noise. Then it was silent. I saw something metal poke out of the top of the door and wiggle around a bit before the door popped off.

A nice lady in a uniform came and picked me up, carrying me out. I heard her gasp when she saw my brothers and sisters.

15 Years Later

"It turned out that my mother was mentally ill and the act of my father leaving her made her angry so she tried to kill me. When I was old enough, they told me about my step-brothers and sisters who were killed by my mother's hands."