𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐𝘯/𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯

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PRESSING BUTTONS

TW: Substance abuse, neglect

  I hear the door bell go off, rolling off my bed with a groan and a thud. stumbling to the door opening it exactly an hour later at three fifteen in the afternoon. Peeping around the corner and ruffling the back of my hair like I have enough to  mess with. Finally looking  down to my overpriced slippers, two yellow eviction notices, and a box.

  I pick the box up, the velvet texture immediately sending me into unjustified discomfort. I brush over the box, turning it every one of its six ways before taking notice of the indented square blue button.

"aren't these supposed to be red? "

  I grumbled sarcastically before closing the door, I don't bother with the lock before I tread over to the kitchen isle counter. Glancing to the fridge, the three dimensional cat magnet on it, a bottle of pills and back to the box. I place the mystery box down on the counter and my eyes scan the object I didn't order. Spending a minute contemplating whether I should press the button or place it back in the hall when I get a call from the landlord.

"I know I know, I'll be out before next wee-"

I rumble on before being interrupted by my mother's voice.

"Liya! How could you leave without a word? if you had the money why didn't yo-"

  Cutting the call short, gripping my phone like it wasn't capable of breaking. She knew how to push my buttons, and that I had her and my fathers cell blocked.
  
  The doorknob turns not that much later and I groan as I hear her angry steps tread into my small apartment. I'd have to sage the room clean of her evil aura and learn to lock the door when she left.

"Liya."

She stated attempting to grab my attention, as I rolled my head over to face her.

"Why did you even come.? "

I muttered.

"Why did you leave? "

Silence rung through the room like a bell chiming in a empty school.

"When did you start to care? "

I remarked.

"Oh come on don't be like that, you're my daughter liya... And family helps each other out. "

I scoffed., of course it was about the money I didn't have.

"Go home mom, I can't do this today."

I said, blood was nothing to me if it meant it was more of mine on her blade.

"You've always been this stingy and ungrateful., I could be dying and you wouldn't care. Do you know how hard it is for me.. "

   She continued on, not that I continued to listen before giving her a tour back down the hallway to the door. Slumping on the couch punching the throw pillow like it did something to curse me. I take a deep long breath because it felt as if I hadn't been breathing that whole time. Rolling over myself on the couch I think about home. I think about how it's never been something I could describe or run back to. I think, and I think until the room fell silent with what sounded like something hollow dropping, the box.