Solster

Chapter 1- home.

Today was just like any other day for me. Wake up, go to school, and walk back home. I was greeted by the same stench of my house, the smell of rotting food and cat poop wafting my nose. This place really needed some deep cleaning or something, anything. I tried my best to avoid stepping in any of the scat that littered the floors, I didn't know how to clean my shoes if they were to get dirty like that. Anyway, I lived in a relatively small house, shack more like. It's embarrassing that this is the home I come to every day. I try to clean up the house a bit, but it always manages to get dirty in some way. My fuckass mom I swear. I'm sorry but it actually pisses me off how much of a lazy shit she is, it's not hard to just help me a little, just a little would be awesome but no.

Anyway, I swept some turds out of my way with the side of my shoe, my face scrunching up whenever I had to do so. I hastily made my way to my room, which was probably the only cleanest part of the entire house. No offense. As I was saying though, I threw my backpack against my dresser and collapsed onto my bed. I was still in my wrinkly and stained school uniform, I probably have to change out of this at some point. What clean clothes do I even have though. I swear my mom has some undiagnosed disorder or something along the lines of that because she always seems to forget everything, and that includes washing the clothes and whatever. I swear I have to do everything around this damn house.

*Click* *clack!* *creek!*

There's no way. I could've sworn my heart dropped, I cannot deal with her BS right now. I leaped out of bed and ran over to my door to lock it, but I could already hear her calling my name from the front door. That stinky raspy voice of hers. I wanted to cry. I really can't right now. I let out a quiet huff and swung the door open, I was having such a decent day too. What could she possibly want. I tried not to let my anger- eh more like frustration show in my steps.

Once I came out though and went to the cramped living room, I was greeted with an onigiri that she probably got from the convenience store. I was a little confused but grateful nonetheless. I thought she was gonna yell at me to go do the laundry or something. I guess she was in a good mood today. She then swatted me away, already going to the couch to light a cigarette. I watched as she sat down while the couch squeaked under her weight in the background. The room is dim, with the TV being the only thing illuminating her features as she fiddled with the cigar for a bit. Her dark wavy hair fell over her shoulders as a stray cascaded over her face as well. Admittedly, she was a very pretty woman, she just needed to get her shit together.

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I don't hate my mom. She's just really difficult I guess, I don't know how to put it into words all that good. It's not like she hits me or anything, but I feel like the only reason she doesn't is because she's too caught up in her own little world to care enough to. I'm not too sure if that should make me feel sad or something. One thing I do know though, is that she still loves me, or at the very least thinks about me. I mean, today she got me an onigiri! She went out of her way to get me something since she got released so early today. That should mean something, right?

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I stood there for a moment longer before I heard my mom grumble about something to me, at least I think it was directed at me. Though, I didn't hear what she said and frankly, i didn't want to engage in conversation with her anyway, besides she seems to be preoccupied with her show now. I walked back to my room with an onigiri in hand, and once I shut the door I devoured the treat of mine. Turns out it had spam and mayonnaise inside, along with a few other things. Not my favorite, but I don't dislike this kind either. Somehow I got some of the filling stuck to my fingers, but I didn't want to wipe it on my already stained shirt, so instead I picked up a dirty shirt I had laying around and wiped with that. Maybe I should've just used the bathroom sink. Oh well.

I lay back down on my bed, letting out a small yawn against my hand as I looked out the window. What now? Something I ask myself all the time. I mean, I could sleep. That's what I usually did.

With a heavy sigh, I closed my eyes, pulled the covers over me, and fell asleep.

Again, another typical day.