"Mom, I'm home!" I replied. Whats the point though, she's probably drunk.
"Miracle!!! You're home!!!" Marty and Meredith came running to me.
"How's my lovely sisters?" I asked.
"I'm starving!" Marty replied.
"Did mama feed you today?"
"Nope, she just sat there and stared at us." Meredith said.
" And threw bottles at us." Marty added.
"And screamed!" Meredith added.
I went up the stairs to check on mom, out of the corner of my eye is our family picture. It was taken 4 years ago. My dad sat in the middle, he married my mom and had me and Louis. We were a happy family, wealthy, sober. What could go wrong right? Well about two years ago,my brother Louis was 17 and fixing to graduate a year early. It was January and Louis decided to join his friends at the club.
He usually didn't go drink, but he had a hard day at school. He went with them and had a couple of drinks, had "it" with many girls, and drove home with his girl of the hour(he didn't even know her name).
They drove home, both drunk and high as can be, and lost control of the car and *CRASHED*. He died that night. So for months it was just me, mom, and dad. Well mom and dad started fighting and mom cheated on him, so he left.
I had no choice, but to stay with mom. My mom had guy, after guy, after guy in. Soon, came Marty and Meredith, a set of twins. A couple of months after the twins, mom got depressed. She started cutting herself and doing drugs, and drinking. She is a total mess.
I knocked on the door,
"Hi mom, do you need anything?" I asked softly
.
"Ya, be a dear and get me a beer." She said.
"NO MOM! You've had enough!" I yelled at her pointing to the empty case on the floor.
"DON'T EVER SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN! UNDERSTAND?!!"
"Yes ma'am."
"Good, now hand me a beer!"
I gazed into her hungry, grey eyes and saw sadness. I stared as her eyes met mine. I spoke softy,
"I know you are hurt,but you have a family who needs you. So please let the sadness come out."
Within, seconds mom walked in the bathroom to clean herself up. I went downstairs to feed the kids. I get a phone call from the parants, I'm babysitting their kid tonight.
Thats me Miracle Malley, the Healer.
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The Leftovers
FantasyDestiny, Miracle, Ebony, America, and Hope are all connected. Not by blood, and not by relatives. But by something so much stronger. Destiny, a girl who finds a strange liking to ice cream falls into a coma, and has weird visions of the world end...
