Her Mother's Grave

The light streamed in her bedroom window revealing that it was finally morning. She was awakened by her alarm clock. She slapped the snooze button a couple more times before she decided that she better get up to start the day and to get it quickly over with. She threw her purple comforter on the floor and slowly swung her legs to the side of the bed so she could get up. She started to walk over to the bathroom but realized she forgot to do something. She turned around and walked over to her desk, she opened the top drawer and in it was a little blue box. She picked up the box and opened it to reveal a little blade. She took out the blade and sat the blue box on the desk. In her hand she held the one thing that made all her trouble go away for just a few moments at a time. She brought the blade down to her right wrist and started to cut. The blood started to pour out slowly form her freshly cut wound. She watched it as it dripped down her wrist and onto her foot.

 

"Sam!", her mother called from the hallway. "You have to get ready for school right now or you'll be late again."

"Crap", she whispered to herself. She put the blade back into the little box and quickly tossed it back into her desk drawer.

Her mother opened her daughter's door without knocking." Sam I said get ready, what are you doing?"

"Nothing." she could tell that her mother was starting to get suspicious because of the way she eyed her every move when she didn't want to talk to her mother.

Sam's mother was a tall woman with long blond wavy hair just like her daughter Sam. She only wore the best of the best clothes which is why her family was in sooo much debt and is the reason her father left them years ago when Sam was only a little girl. Her mother had a lean face and didn't wear a lot of make up because she looked prettier with the natural look. In some ways Sam was a little jealous of her mother because of her looks and that whenever they went out her mother got all the attention and Sam was always left standing there unnoticed.

"Mom can you please leave, I'm going to get ready right now." Sam said with a little sarcasm in her voice.

Her mother stood there in the doorway looking her daughter up and down as if the answer as to why her daughter was acting so strange was somewhere on her.

"Sam is that blood on your foot, did you cut yourself?" Her mother started to walk towards her to inspect her foot closer, but Sam backed away from her mother and walked towards the bathroom. She stopped because her mother now had hold onto her pajama shirt.

"Sam let me see, you might need stitches." She bent down to look at Sam's foot but Sam shook off her mother's death grip that she had on her and quickly went into the bathroom and shut the door.

"Sam is everything okay?", her mother asked through the closed door that always seemed to be standing in the way of their relationship.

"Mom you wanted me to get ready and that is what I'm doing!" She shouted at her mother to try and get her point across that she wanted her to get out of her room and possibly her life.

Her mother turned and waled away from the door to give her daughter some space so that she wouldn't damage what little relationship that had left. She made it to the doorway and turned around, "I made you breakfast, so when you're done come downstairs and grab a bite to eat before school." She stood there waiting for a response but knew that it was pointless and went downstairs to reheat the now cold waffles.

 

 

"What did you get on Mr. Franklin's English test?" Sam's best friend Amanda asked from her locker trying to find a notebook that she had lost the day before.