The Butterfly Stuck With Me

Falling (BW)

𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚'𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙫...
I remember it clearly, the blood on my hands that was not mine. The blood spilled out of her. How did I end up here?

Today is the two-year anniversary of it, I didn't exactly kill her with my actions but more my inaction. She was my best friend, Amelia, she was just a little upset with me.

I had invited her to my house. After all, I didn't want to be home alone with my stepdad that night because my mother was going out.

Her house had... a few issues whilst she was gone. Which I completely did not know about.

Her mother, Stacey, never learned to cook because she had no one who cared enough to teach her when she was younger and then she was put in prison for most of her adult life for aggravated vehicle taking, she was eighteen and had no one to tell her wrong from right.

She had stolen a car and driven recklessly, breaking the car and a few of her own and her boyfriend's, Dexter, Amelia's dad, bones. She was sentenced to fourteen years with him.

She gave birth in prison and then a few months later after being let out was sentenced to another four years after being caught in public with a knife with no reason for it. No receipt, no nothing but dirt on it. When she was found with it after someone anonymously had asked for her to be searched after 'suspicious activity', she was surprised.
She
swore that it was not her own and she had no idea where it had come from, and everyone who knew her personally believed her. Unfortunately, she already had a criminal record and she did not know anyone of higher authority so the cards were not in her favor. Far from it.

In her mugshot after her first offence, she was smiling. She was proud of what she had done and pleaded guilty. She laughed and described how nice the car was and said that she wanted it and if no one would help her and support her in getting a car like that in the right way then she would do it on her own.

But in her second mugshot, you could see the anger in her face but the innocence in her eyes.

Crazily enough, Dexter also got caught but with a gun instead. But that was his and he admitted to it and quite happily pleaded guilty and somehow convinced her to do the same after a while so she did. She loved nothing more than him.

He had died in prison in his third year and it broke her. When she got out, she was depressed and didn't do much. She slept and cleaned the house that her daughter and sister were living in.

Her sister, Mia, raised Amelia like she was her own. She did it all on her own and took Amelia to visit her mother as often as they could. She wanted a bond with Amelia but she also wanted her to know her mother.

Amelia understood that her mother would be upset when she came out because of her father's death but she knew she would get better. She was not sad over Dexter's death and always referred to him by his name. Stacey was upset about both of these things but she understood that her daughter didn't know her father, she only visited him in prison but still not as often as she visited her.

He was not a proper father to her but it wasn't because he didn't want to be, it was just the situation.

The night I asked Amelia to stay at mine, was during the first week that Mia moved out to live with her husband. She had been putting it off for so long because she was worried for Stacey but
Stacey had finally convinced her after a few months that she was fine.

Stacey wanted to cook something for herself that night but as I said, no one taught the poor woman to cook. The heat took over the food and the flames took over her life and the house.
Amelia and I were downstairs, we were making brownies. They had come out of the oven and she was a perfectionist so she asked to cut them into perfect squares. I let her.