Prologue
A nice warm day. The tree outside of my room casted a shadow from the sunlight outside.
Seventeen.
Dancing Queen had been blasting in my headphones since I woke up. It's my seventeenth birthday. What else would I be listening to?
I was sat at my desk with my headphones as I was peacefully playing CSGO. Well as peaceful as I could play CSGO. It mostly ended in me screaming profanities at my mic and my step mom telling me to watch my mouth while my friend Jackie burst out laughing.
"You got enough money to move out yet?" She asked with a laugh.
"Almost." I said with a smile on my face. "My Aunt said when I turn eighteen I can move in with her. She's never really home so..."
"Oh so you'll practically be by yourself."
"Yup! It's gonna be great!" I beamed as I got another kill in.
We played a few more rounds a few friends joined. Our friends Darragh and Damien joined so we messed around a bit.
"What time is it over there anyway? Do you guys just not eat dinner?" Jackie asked them.
"Ate just before joinin'." Darragh's Irish accent rang through my headset.
"It's 6:30 over here." Damien joined in.
"It's 1:30 over here. Jesus, I haven't left my room at all today." I laughed.
"It's yer birthday! Go do something!" Darragh yelled through the mic.
"I am doing something! I'm hanging out with you guys!"
"Ye're a feckin lost cause."
"Oh fuck off!"
"Language! Young lady!" My step mom's voice yelled though was muffled by my headset.
"Sorry!" I yelled back down.
"I swear my dad married her for a green card." I grumbled.
"HA! Imagine living in America!" Darragh laughed then immediately got shot.
"Karma." You could practically hear the smirk on Jackie.
"I remember when you came here and said that everything is more exciting here. And I agree. Ireland is boring as fuck." I replied to Darragh.
"You guys do have better food." Damien spoke.
"Bro went to Buffalo Wild Wings once and wants to go to America." Darragh made fun of Damien and we all joined in with laughter.
"I'M FUCKIN DEAD AGAIN!" Darragh screamed, full fuckin diaphragm.
"Alright Will Ramos, calm down."
"You guys should come to America next summer." Jackie suggested. "We can all crash at (Y/n)'s place since she'll practically be alone."
"I don't think my Aunt Kate would be okay with that. And I think I'm going to Ireland with my uncle to visit family."
"And us too!" Darragh cut in.
"Eh. If I have time I might stop by." I smiled sarcastically.
"Your aunt Kate is friends with British people. I don't care for her opinion." Damien said in a serious tone but we all knew he was joking... kinda. "And you better visit us." He huffed.
"Oi! I'm half British!" Yelled Darragh.
"She works for the government. I don't care for her opinion." Jackie joined in.
"You guys are just haters. She's not that bad." I smiled. "Not bad at all if she's willing to take me in."
"She doesn't know what she's in for." Jackie laughed.
"Don't think she does, but whateveh."
We played for another two hours before we got off. I walked downstairs and saw my step mom at the table.
The lights were dim and my feet were cold on the wooden floor. Next to her was a smaller table dressed in a baby blue tablecloth. A few pictures of my half brother. His deep brown eyes smiling through the photos. A couple of his favorite plushes on the table as well.
Along with his urn.
Luke died of leukemia two years ago. Almost exactly eight years after my dad died. My step mom hasn't been the same since my father's passing. So you could imagine what it was like after her only baby boy died.
I truly felt bad for my mom because Luke was her blood child but she acts like I barely exist anymore. I know I'm not really her kid but I've known her a long time and it's like it doesn't even matter. Her whole family is like that though. Well, except her sister Kate. She's the only normal person in her family. My mom doesn't really like her all that much but she's one of those people that won't cut people off because their family. It works out for me because I love my aunt Kate.
"Mom?" I asked looking at her. She looked at me with a dead stare. I only call her mom because I've known her for so long. "Are you okay?"
"It should've been you..." She mumbled. Her eyes were dilated and she looked out of it.
She was referring to my brother. It wasn't the first time she's said something like this but usually she was sober. Right now there was clearly something in her system. I didn't know what exactly. She's not a big drinker and I know the only alcohol in the house is the box of Mikes in my room.
"I know." I mumbled. I gave up on fighting her about this long ago. She's Grieving, I'll give her time. I'll be out of here soon enough.
"You never help around the house, you sit in your room all day doing god knows what!" She attempted to rase her voice. It came out strained and slurred.
She suddenly stood up though she was swaying from side to side. I walked to her side to help her. Next thing I knew I had a stinging feeling on my cheek. She must've used all of her strength to slap me because I stumbled back. I barely even moved. My mouth slightly agape. I just stared at her as she tried to steady herself.
Her lips were turning blue and she was shaking.
"Mom?" No reply. All her hair was in the front of her face. She was sticky with sweat. "Mom?" I asked a little louder. "Mom you're scaring me!" I walked closer to her. An orange bottle caught my eye when I looked over at Luke's memorial.
Shit.
"MOM!" I yelled as I laid her down on the floor. I quickly grabbed my phone and called 911. My heart was going a mile a minute.
The paramedics took her away. Her skin was graying as she was being loaded into the ambulance. My face felt wet with tears.
If she dies on my fucking birthday.
It's not fair! She gets to overdose on my birthday! Like I didn't lose a father and a brother! I'm losing the only mother I've ever known?!
I walked back inside. I grabbed my phone from my pocket. A picture of the four of us as my Home Screen. I screamed and threw it at the wall.
It's not fair!
I went over to my now shattered phone and opened it. Slightly cutting my thumb on the glass. I hit the contact and it rang twice before picking up.
"Aunt Kate?"
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