"What are you doing!?" My mom yelled, shocking me out of my deep sleep.
"What? What's wrong?" I asked, my head spinning around to find the problem.
"Why aren't you in school?!" She yelled at me while her face was turning red with rage.
I blinked at her a few times. Giving her the are you kidding me right now look.
"Answer me!" She ordered, rushing towards my bed.
"Mother, school is closed because of the snow we're getting." I said, falling back under my sheets. "Remember? You were the one who checked for me last night and told me before I fell asleep."
I peeked out from under my sheets to see my mom looking dumbfounded.
I smirked to myself for the fact that my mother has short term memory loss and everything I say goes through one ear and out of the other.
"Oh, well can you watch your brother while I take Luke to work?" She asked, leaving my room as if I have already agreed to do so.
I groaned, I hate when she wakes me up just so I could go and do something for her. Yet when I need something from her, I get a freakin lecture.
I let out a tired sigh.
I just want 10 more minutes to myself before putting up with these people.
"Lucy!! Come down here!" I heard my mom call me from downstairs.
I pulled my warm cozy sheets over my head, wanting nothing but peace and quiet.
"Lucy!" She yelled out.
"Why do I have to keep on yelling?" I heard her say.
It pisses me off when she says that. No one is forcing her to yell like a freakin mad woman.
I shot up from my bed, dreading the coldness hitting my skin.
This lady owes me big time!
I jumped out of bed, cussing under my breath.
I grabbed my glasses and stumped out of my room.
"What mother?" I asked, giving her a tired look.
She turned around, putting on her black jacket and gray scarf.
"I'm leaving, the bear is still in bed." She said, opening the front door.
"Can I go back to sleep then?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
"I need you to clean up Luke's mess down here. I got to go see you when I get home." She said, closing the door at my shocked face.
I have to clean after her fucking asshole of a boyfriend!?
Are you kidding me?!
I looked around the living room area that Luke sleeps at. It was a total mess.
He left a open jar of peanut butter on the floor. Along with two open bags of chips and popcorn on the other side of the couch. Let's not forget the 6 empty cans of soda on the table and dirty plates that had God knows what on them.Now here's a question, why the fuck is he sleeping on the couch every fucking night when he could be sharing a bed with my mom?!
And why is it that I always have to clean his mess?
I ran my hand down my face in frustration.
I took a quick look at the time on the the tv cable box.
It was 7:30 in the freakin morning.
You have got to be kidding me... It's way too freakin early for this.
I picked up the peanut butter jar, only to find that it was empty.
Freakin Pig!
It took 10 minutes to clean his nest.
It would be another 40 minutes until mom came home.I sighed.
I guess I better take my medicine then go back to my cozy bed.
I sighed before taking out my two pill bottles. If you're asking for what then here's the answer. I'm suffering from deep depression. My mother being one of the reasons why.
I popped two pills then went upstairs.
Before going into my room, I popped my head in mom's room.
My brother Wilson was fast asleep in his little ninja turtles bed.
A smile grew on my face when I saw him holding the stuff monkey I got him for his birthday last year.
I kissed his forehead and walked back into my room.
"I'm back my lovely bed!" I said, jumping on the fluffy surface. If only people could marry objects then I would marry my bed and never leave it.
I got under the warm covers and closed my eyes. Sadly, I couldn't fall back asleep. Instead, I started thinking about everything that happened over the years.
Yes, I'm going explain why I have depression and why my mother is with a asshole.
When I was 7 years old, my mom and dad were still together and everything was going fine from my point of view.
I remember, not being able to sleep and I kept going to my mom to me back to sleep. My dad was downstairs watching a game. It was then that I heard my mom yell at my dad. Calling him a fucking cheater and a prick. I ran into their room and found my dad choking my mom against the wall.
I screamed, I was so scared. I didn't know what to do. The rest is blank.
The last thing I remember is my grandparents picked me up and took me to their house.
It was a few days later that I went home to everything outside. My mom threw all of my dad's stuff in the front yard. I remember seeing a picture of my mom and dad when they got married being in the yard too.
My dad had "cheated" with another woman. But really it was a coworker, and they were having coffee. But after that happened, my dad ended up actually dating her and were together for awhile.
My mom on the other hand, was taking it pretty hard. In all honesty though, my mom wasn't one to talk. She would say that she was working late but really she was out having fun and partying. At so point though, I think she was with a few men too.
When ever she got mad though, she would take it out on me. She would yell at me for no reason and just won't shut up about it. Then the next day she would forget that it even happened.
I would stay away from her and keep to myself. Even hide the bruises she had given me.
I hated being alone with her so I would go over to their house a lot. But then my mom took that from me and would drop me at a fucking disgusting day care center. All you smelled was the dirty diapers in the back and the women that worked there were mean to me.
I would cry in the corner, wishing I wasn't there.
There was this one time that my mom took forever to come get me. I thought she forgot to get me. I started crying, because I just wanted to go home.
"I'm home!" I heard my mom coming from the front door. "Lucy!! Can you come down here to help me clean!?"
I buried my head deeper into my pillow. What the hell is there to clean!?!?
Why can't I go back to sleep!?
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Kısa HikayeThis is about Lucy Adams. A strong, independent, smart and loving girl. She may act strong but is it all just an act? She keeps everything to herself and only has a hand full of friends. What is it that she's hiding? A boyfriend? A family problem...