Breaking Apathy

Chapter 8: What happened?

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“The blades of grass swayed in the gentle breeze over the sunny moors,

but what stood odd was the fact that outside had many doors.

Center stage was my spot as laughter, joy and other emotions I couldn’t enjoy encompassed me,

but all of it halted- silent as my mother was there before me.

Stretched were her arms, an A5 book at the end of them,

giving me a gift as her mouth moved as a curse again.

‘You mistake,’ she said, no holding back on her truths,

but my little hand reached out to grab the book, a present that doth soothe.

Turning away and walking to one of the doors,

I stood alone, a child atop the moors.”

My alarm buzzed. Really rare when I wake before it daily, but today, I just couldn’t bother to wake. I opened my eyes hesitantly, finding the familiar wall I look at every day to greet me. Shifting in their sockets, my eyes glided across the scene. A table, a laptop, a bag, uniform hanging on the door – It was my room. The dream I had still lingered beyond its state, probing my heart for an emotion. It was then that I sat up in bed and sprung to the floor in hopes to find my dad sleeping in his stupid pink bunny pyjamas in his room. The hall seemed too long for me even though his room was three doors down from mine.

“Dad!” I called out slamming his door open, my heart beginning to pound as I hoped this was a dream too.

Good things don’t happen like that. I leaned on the door frame and stared at his untouched bed. How did that happen? My father wasn’t the type to hurt a fly. I mean, he’d scream if a lady bug got on his sleeve or something. He raised us for years and never once did he do anything illegal let alone hurt someone else. My view point shifted as I slid down the frame, my thoughts conjuring memories of us. That dream. Fragments of my past had begun to creep in to my head after yesterday. Dad truly wasn’t here and I couldn’t stop a parent from leaving again. Again.

A moment later, I stood over the stove making breakfast in my uniform. I’d passed the lounge earlier on to see if the twins had passed out downstairs, but I found a police woman laying on the couch sound asleep with one of the girls’ blankets. It was best to leave her to rest I guess. After all, I didn’t have much time to waste because I had classes today. Small arms wrapped around my waist, stopping my right hand from tossing the frying bacon in the pan and calling my focus down. Layla had her arms around me and her face buried in to my side. She still wore her clothes from yesterday with an addition of her night gown from dad. She smothered her groan using me and I placed the pan on the nearby stove plate that was off before crouching to her height.

“Hey Layla, did you sleep well?” I asked in a whisper, more from over thinking than being hushed.

She shook her head and hugged me.

“Dad didn’t come wake us up,” she informed me with her tone descending on each word.

I wrapped my arms around her tightly, my heart making a resounding pound as she probably went to look for him in his room like me. It was all really unreal for her too I guess. Her body began to shift under my hold probably because of my constricting grip. I loosened and moved back to look her in the face, giving her a shadow of a smile.