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• Before hell •

" Y/N! Come down here "

I sign and place down my book as mother calls out, looking at the small clock by the side of my bed I see it's time for me to start making food. I carefully get off my bed and head towards the stairs, carful not to make any loud noises. She never liked the creeks the floor boards would make or how loud I come down the stairs. On my tip toes I sneak down the stairs, walking into the kitchen I get close to her before speaking. Not wanting to anger her by being to loud. " what do you want for food mother? " I watch her in the living room just beside me, on her chair where she melts all day watching the TV, a cigarette in her hand as the smoke fills the house. She wouldn't allow me to open the windows because it'd make her to cold or outside would be to loud. 
" whatever's in the freezer "
Her rusty voice scratched my ears, I simply smiled and grabbed a small microwave meal.
I stood in the kitchen, my back facing my mum. I didn't know what I was thinking, but I put the pill in her food. I can't remember exactly where I found it. I just remember I went to the liquor store to get her more and a drunken man tried making me have it. I somehow salvaged it and here it is now, in my mother's food crushed up.
My hands are still but sweaty as I carry the plate into the living room, holding my breathe as the smoke burns my nose.
" nice and warm "
My voice doesn't tremble, I knew what I doing was wrong. But I didn't seem to care, I shouldn't be doing this. I head back to the kitchen and pour my self a cup of water. I watch from the corner of my eye as she begins to scoff her food down, unknowing of what could happen next. I didn't know what I would next, even if she died I knew she had no money. My head was a mess but as she started to cough and choke I stood there, not moving. I heard her yell out my name and food going on the floor. I stared at my reflection in the water as I hear her fall to the floor, the Tv show starts laughing as she coughs more.

I knew I should have helped.
But I just let her lay there, i let her die.

Later that month her body was still on the floor rotting. All of the food had gone off and the house was filthy. I don't know why I stayed, I couldn't leave her. Late at night I say by her body and began to eat the same food she did. It was mouldy and dried up from being on the floor for a month.

I should have left that house when I could have, but I couldn't move my legs out the door.

The next thing I knew I was on a dirty concrete floor in hell, I sat there all night just looking around me.
I couldn't escape living in a shit hole.