Due to the nature of interpersonal relationships, Lia feels that she is all alone as she is neglected by her mother and has no father. The problems in Lia's life worsen as her friends, such Elliot and Sarah, attempt to intervene. Her mother is becom...
Ugh, I've hated life before and to this very day, I still do.
A simple human being with no one to speak to and no one to share my thoughts with. I was alone. I wanted to disappear, in hopes that this lonely feeling does too.
I felt alone in a world that was filled with people, yet not one ounce of care was shown to me.
"Lia!" I was startled from my daze by my mother's voice, "Hurry up, breakfast is done!"
"Coming!" I exclaimed and hurriedly threw my bedsheets to the side.
I darted out of my room, towards the stairs and tripping for the 7th time this week down them.
My legs were littered with bruises from the amounts of times I've fallen down the staircase.
"Oh honey, you've got to watch your steps, you could have broken a bone." Mom mutters as she places a plate of oatmeal pancakes and a glass of banana milk onto the counter.
I stared at her in disbelief, but nonetheless dragged my feet over and sat in one of the barstools.
"Why aren't you eating?" My mom questions as I wait for realization to flicker through her eyes but nothing does.
"Mom, I'm allergic to oats, remember," I mutter.
I've always been allergic to oats, but so has my dad. Ever since his passing, things have gone downhill for me.
When he died, I lost both of my parents. My mom's never been the same. She's careless, rarely ever sober from her alcohol addiction, but surprisingly this morning she is.
Even while being sober, she's not the person who raised me. Her hair was uncombed, not in her usual slick back bun. Her outfits consisted of sweatpants and t-shirts, not her usual dress pants and knitted tops.
She was unrecognizable. I tried to recognize the woman she is, but to no avail. I had no idea who she was.
"No, you can't be." She muttered, her hand trembling at her sides, "He- he was allergic to oats." Tears prickled her eyes, her hands forming fists.
"Mom-"
"Leave, go catch the bus, you're going to be late." She cut me off, pointing towards our front door.
I sighed, pushing myself off the chair and strutting towards my backpack.
I turned to look at her once more, but I'm met with an empty kitchen.
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