I bolted up and out of bed startled; I had not even realized that I had fallen asleep. Alarmed I checked the clock, its bright blue numbers read that it was 6:45. Half suspecting a burglar I grabbed the closest thing to me, which happened to be my collectible Harry Potter wand with a light up tip.
I tiptoed down the stairs, silent as a cat. I kind of felt like a ninja sneaking around my house but A.)I really needed to pee and B.) Home break ins are scary and my only defense was a priceless collectible edition of Harry Potters wand. The light from my wand illuminated the way, casting eerie shadows on the walls.
Just as I was about to round the corner to enter the living room, my mom jumped out with her own wand over her face and reenacted the scene in Harry Potter: The Goblet Of Fire where Voldemort is trying to kill harry after being re born.
Or at least tried to. She stumbled while making sound effects with her mouth.
"OH MY GOD MOM YOU SCARED ME!!!!" I shouted at her while she wiped her eyes laughing.
"Honey but you should've seen your face" She giggled. GIGGLED, my forty seven year old mom giggled at me.
"Glad I didn't, Mom where have you been? I waited at school for like an hour after you were supposed to pick me up. Are you okay? Did something happen?" I questioned.
She looked down and I realized how puffy her eyes were, they looked like she had been crying for a while. I tried to make eye contact but she cast her glance away.
"Mom what happened?" I said my voice so soft that it was almost a whisper.
"I don't know, time just kind of slipped away like it always does, I'm so sorry Luke" she slurred the last part.
She was drunk.
"Okay, let's get you up stairs" I sighed while taking her arm and half carrying her, half dragging her.
"Thank you honey, I don't know what I'd do without you" she lightly-and drunkenly- kissed my forehead.
Neither would I, but that didn't matter.
I set her down with a soft thump, and just like that she was out. I stayed there staring at her after she fell asleep, trying to figure out, what could be bad enough to make mom drink? She hated alcohol.
Death. That was what had unhinged her , and I had no idea...
After a while of thinking I resolved to find out in the morning and threw myself in my bed, I was quickly swallowed into the oblivion of sleep.
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Finding Fire
Teen FictionWhat would you do if everything that you loved and everything that brought stability to your life was suddenly wrenched away from you while you could only helplessly watch? How would you survive a loss that huge? How would you refill that gaping ho...
