"Emily, get down here." My mom screamed.
I walked down stairs. It's not like I had a choice. I had to obey her.
My mom was an alcoholic. My dad left when I was five. And I've never had any siblings.
I had no friends. I was bullied.
I was all alone. My mom never cared for me.
"What did you need?" I asked.
"I need some money. Give me your allowance." She demanded.
"I-I don't have any more. I gave it all you."
"Give me it! I know you have some!" She yelled,stepping closer to me.
"Mom, I gave it to you yesterday."
"Emily, I'm not telling you again. Give me it."
"Mom, please. I don't have any money." I begged, trying to step away from her. She stepped closer and closer.
She grabbed me by my collar and lifted me off the ground.
"M-mom, please. I-I'm sorry."
She ignored my begs and punched me. Punch after punch. Hit after hit. Kick after kick.
It had gotten to the point where I coughed up blood. She finally left me. Alone. Forever.
I laid there, on the floor and cried to myself. I knew my mom wasn't coming back. My dad would never come back for me.
I was breaking and no one noticed.
I was forever alone...
YOU ARE READING
Short Sad Stories
PoetryThis is for you. The misjudged, hated, heart broken, sad, depressed, and hurt. I'm here for you. All of you. I love you. And you should too. I've listened to you, can you return the favor?