Prologue
Walking up the old dirt road watching the sunset behind the trees that lined the cemetery. You may be asking yourself why I'm at the cemetery at dusk but it's pretty simple; I always come to the cemetery around this time to visit my Mother's grave. I never really knew her because she died when I was only four years old in a head on collision with a drunk driver. All I have is old photographs that my dad gave me. Sitting cross legged in the grass I looked at the now all to familiar grave stone in front of me 'Elizabeth A Martin July 14, 1974- August 7, 1998'. “Hey Mom, I'm sorry I'm late but I brought you some pretty flowers that I thought you might like,” I said placing the white roses at the base of her headstone. “How have you been? I've been alright, Dad's drinking hasn't let up and I don't think it will, he keeps telling me its painful to look at me because I look so much like you. Since my last visit he lost his job and came home and drank and drank and I haven't seen him sober yet. He's not listening to me when I tell him to stop drinking or to not drink as much, he needs help Mom I can't lose him too.” A quickly wiped a tear away and continued, “yesterday I told him he was going to drink himself in to his grave, all he did was laugh at me and say 'good, the sooner the better' then he downed another six pack. I wish you were still here with me, then maybe he wouldn't be like this. I thought he was done drinking after last time, I thought that changed him. I guess it did for a little bit, was he always like this? Everybody says he changed drastically the night you died and he hasn't been the same since.”
I talked some more and told her how school was and about upcoming events, the last rays of sunlight shown though the pink fluffy clouds when I got up from my spot in front of her grave. “Bye Mom. I'll be back next week, love you.” I said while absentmindedly running my hand across the letters. Turning my back to her grave I walked in the direction of my house, or as I like to call it; my own personal hell.
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So how was it?
This was my homework assignment towards the end of my 8th grade year and I have had it posted on here before, but I didn't like it at all so I'm re-writing it and hopefully making it a lot longer with more details and I'm also changing a couple other things.
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