bloodstained

The Awakening

September 9th, 2018:

"Davina, come down for breakfast sweetie"
"Coming mom!" I exaggerated. I laid there on my back while my body felt like it was going into cardiac arrest. God my life is boring as hell. Although hell was probably not boring, that was just a statement. As I sat there contemplating my life choices I finally had the urge to get up from my bed.

I head downstairs and sit down at my families old fashioned dinner table.

"Here you go honey", my mom says as she places food that I'd rather vomit than eat. My appetite is rather fluxed.

I wipe the food dripping from my mouth as my mom gives me a look when she needs to tell me something, "So sweetie, me and your Father are going on another business trip, I assume you will take care of yourself.",

"Another one? That's the 8th time this month!" I say in a rather strict tone,

"Honey, you know how important these trips are for me and your Father,

"I know but you're always leaving me, am I not a daughter to you anymore?",

"How dare you, I do so much for you, I cook, I pay the bills, and I paid for everything you own. Do not use that tone with me."

Wow, I never knew my mom could be such a bitch. I push my chair out of anger and stomp my feet back to my room.

*2 days later*

"Davina, all the emergency contact info is on the fridge, if you need anything tell the maid, no sneaking out, curfew is 9:30, oh and also, absolutely NO HOUSE PARTIES, remember, me and your father just set up a new security system."

"Ugh whatever," I say as my parents slowly leave the house. Why the fuck do two middle-aged adults working in finance need to travel so goddam much. It's like they don't give a shit about me. It's not like I care tho, I was practically raised by the maid.