I stormed up into my room just boiling with rage. It seems as though rage has become a big part of my life now. My mother is at it again. Smoking, drinking, strange ugly men in and out of the house. I rubbed my face with both palms in frustration.
I remember the times when my mother used to be a beautiful women with the most vibrant and bright eyes you've ever seen. Her beautiful brown hair cascading down her back, and her rosy cheeks. She was always smiling she would never go a day without smiling and telling me how much she loved me....She doesn't do that anymore. Any of it.
She's not the same fun loving person I knew years ago. I want her back, but I know that I will never get her back. I've tried to convince her to get help, but she'd only yell and tell me to get the hell out of her room.
I want her to look at me with eyes filled with love for me, but when I look up into her eyes now, I see darkness and another emotion I can never quite catch. Was it anger? Disgust?
To this day I'm still not quite sure what happened. Why she became the person she is today. Was it me? Or was is it stress? I don't know but I stopped trying to find answers, because the person I knew years ago is long gone and she's not coming back.
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Broken
Teen FictionScarlett who is 15 years old, has a tough life. She lives with her mother who doesn't think about anything but her next high, and has never met her father. But when her mother decides to move to a new state Scarlett is forced to become the new kid i...
