My mom. Did she realy love me? After the death of my dad (the only who ever understood me. ) she became an alcoholic. Bottles. Broken. Empty. Scattered. Shattered. Everywhere. Always.
Is that why she died?
No. I'm the reason and cause of her death. She died the same way her mom did. Drinking and driving (allegedly). Drinking was the only escape from her pain. Something she picked up from her mother after my grandfather died. I miss her. But if somehow she came back from the dead I wouldn't acknowledge her presence. After the death of my father, she paid no attention to me. She was never there. She was always at the bar drinking and draining her life away. She should been used to the pain, everyone else she loved was already gone dead or walked out on her life. She wanted to leave the living. Did I too at some point? Am I Next to leave now? Am I Next to Die Living?
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When they look at each other, that's when I want them to live forever. Even in the hardest times my dad was there for her - for us- when no one else was. I miss the way they looked at each other. Giving each other the slightest bit of hope - of happiness. Until everything tore apart with one mistake.
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I feel so alone when I remember their love; without them.
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Am I Next to Die Living?
Teen FictionThe life Erzra has with growing in a fear of dying. His parents are dead and so is his only friend. He is outcast from everyone else. how does he chang his life of hell?
