Dahlia
"MOM!" I exclaim. My Converse have been missing for a few months now and I'm getting sick of it. I don't understand how hard it is to not touch my stuff. Which my mom doesn't understand.
"Dahlia your brother is sleeping. At least be a little considerate." I feels my face start to sting. She slapped me. The constant pain her hand has caused me, it's getting unbearable. She stops to pick up a pair of dirty socks my brother threw on the floor before walking into my room.
"My Converse are missing, I keep forgetting to ask for them." I'm still throwing everything around looking for them. I fight through the tears. My face is still stinging.
"Ok, calm down. Let me go grab them." She stalks out of my room with the same expression on her face as always.
Ever since my father died 6 years ago, every-
thing is falling apart. My mom, our home, Me. I try to do anything and everything in my power to keep our family together. I'm not sure if I can take much more. I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I hear a loud thump.
"What was that?" I yell but I hear nothing. Just silence. Why is no one answering?
I walk down the stairs to see my mom passed out on the ground. "Mom, mom, mom. No, no, no." I'm reciting those words over and over again. A tear streams down my cheek as I reach to call 911.
Then I wake up. Again. Why does this keep happening? I'm being tortured by the past. Constantly reminded about the day I found my mother. Dead.
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Whispers of Betrayal
FantasyDahlia's mom recently died so she moved in with her aunt and is about to start a new school. She meets many people and makes many friends. She is loving life until it gets turned upside down. Dahlia gets forced into a government resistance group and...
