Green, White, and Blue ~ A KotLC tale...

˗ˏˋ32: Marella'ˎ˗

TW: Injury and medical issues, trauma, slight cussing, slight mention of suicide if you take it that way, kinda child abuse, so be careful. Pretty sure that's it, lemme know if there's more.

"Marella."I groggily opened my eyes to the sound of my dad's voice. I rolled over to see him standing in the doorway. "Your alarm's been going off for fifteen minutes. It's bothering your mother. Also you're walking to school today, I need the car." When I blinked, he was gone.

Weird, usually he only says two or three words to me per day. Full sentences? Unheard of.

I turned off my alarm and quickly got dressed, seeing as I slept through my alarm. I didn't have enough time to get my poofy and curly hair under control, or put braids in it. Since I was walking to school, my time was even more limited. I skipped breakfast and ran straight out the door. I didn't stop running until I got to school, and by that point I was a minute late, and a sweaty mess.

"Marella!" Shouted my girlfriend from across the hallway.

Girlfriend. My girlfriend. No one could possibly understand how happy that word makes me feel. My girlfriend, Linh Song.

"Hey babe." I said, getting knocked back a bit from the force of her tackling me into a hug.

Linh's cheery voice continued to cheer me up all throughout the day, until I got home and she wasn't with me anymore.

My dad was still at work, but mom was home. She was always home. We couldn't even take her to the doctor in her condition, she had to get house calls.

"Mom!" I called out, waiting quietly for any sign of where she was. I heard a soft grunt from the living room, walking in to find her laid back on the recliner. She smiled as she looked up at me, then turned her gaze to the TV.

My mom was fairly young. She had me at twenty one, making her now thirty eight. Her long blonde hair was straight and pulled back in a single braid running down her back. Her eyes were a beautiful gray-blue, but they looked lost. She looked fifty, ever since the accident.

No one really knows what happened, because no one was there. My parents threw a party when I was eight, having me spend the night at my grandparent's house. All anyone knew, my mom had gotten extremely drunk and went up to her bedroom on the second floor, going onto her balcony. She either fell off or tripped, landing on the concrete below. 

Her mind had never been the same since. She couldn't fully form words, and her emotions always got the better of her. They were a hundred times stronger now.

She could still partly understand what we would tell her, but we had to be slow and use smaller words. Her brain just couldn't move at the same pace it used to.

It looked like she was having a good day, until she started bawling and rocking around in the recliner. I rushed over to her, holding her arms to steady her, but she got one free and smacked me in the face with it in her frenzy. I knew she didn't mean to do that, but it still hurt. The hit was hard enough to send me to the ground.

By the time I got up, my mom was rolling off the recliner. I heard a thud as her head hit the table next to her. My eyes widened and I ran to her.

"Wilda!" I shouted for her caretaker, wondering where she was.

Rather than just paying someone to stay with mom while dad was at work and I was at school, doing nothing but watching her, we hired Wilda to watch her and act as a maid, cleaning parts of the house and doing chores when she wasn't needed.

The short woman ran into the room then gasped. I backed away as she took my place. It felt like I was there but I wasn't. My mouth was answering her questions while my brain replayed everything over and over.