Going back home was a mistake I don't why I came back . I don't know why I would give my mom a chance. but yet here i am to come home to disappointment, she's laying on the couch, the house is a mess, as if she threw a whole party and invited all the drug dealers because drugs are lying everywhere, I look at her, I honestly feel bad for her for a split second she looked tired and slept with a small frown in her face as if she's in pain. I tried to get her to go to rehab but she refuses. I go to the closet to grab a blanket and placed it around her. I huffed a sigh I just need to get out of there, the sun has yet to set so as I walk to the location of the party uninvited from what i overheard at school one of the football players where throwing it at a warehouse. The sun cause my eyes to squint I walked to the unfamiliar warehouse, I drove past it a couple time but didn't really pay attention to it, the music was blasting loud but not too loud to have the neighbors complaining. It was crowded, people dancing everywhere I pushed passed a couple of people and head to the 'Bar like' counter to get a drink There's was no one in charge of the drinks so I grabbed a plastic cup from the plastic bag and mix liquor with Coca cola I head to where their was a L shape couch
I saw him sitting next a girl
is it him? I walked up further and called his name
he turned around but not enough to stop the girl from doing what she is about to do next
she
grabbed him
and kissed him
he didn't push her away
and my eyes felt blurry
why are my eyes blurry I shouldn't care, I've got to get out of here
I can hear faint shouting
but I just need to get out of here
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Lost
Short StoryA girl battling with depression living a whimsical lost adventure called life with a boy and deals with obstacles that comes through the way