yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍy ʜᴏᴍᴇ

Chapter 30

I wake up in my room, all by myself, lied on my bed and naked. Always good. I get up with a groan and I slowly crawl to the bathroom for a quick shower.

I turn on the tap and wait till it gets the perfect temperature. While it gets, I go to the closet and I grab a towel. Back to the bathroom, I put a hand under the spray to be sure it is in a nice temperature. Feeling the warm water hitting my hand, I step inside the shower and I close the curtain.

After my quick shower I step out of the bathroom heading to the closet. I grab the Slash's tee that he lent me on the day after we met, some shorts and panties from the drawers. I get out of the closet dressed up.

I step out of the room, walking through the hallway to Collin's door room and and I knock. I get no response.

"Collin?" I call out knocking once again. Getting no response once more I open the door slowly and I pop my head inside the room. Looking around, there's no sighs of Collin. Maybe he's downstairs.

Climbing down the stairs I call for his name, but nothing. It seems that I'm alone. Oh well.

I go to the kitchen and I open the fringe. I need to eat something. But the real thing is that I have nothing to eat. A bottle of juice and one can of beer. Well, I guess I still have some cookies, so juice with cookies can work. When I was about to pick up the juice, the phone rings, making me jump.

"Yeah?" I pick up the phone and say.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIS!" I hear Dave's voice yealling through the phone line.

"DAVE, OH MY GOD. IT'S SO GOOD TO HEAR YOUR VOICE!" I yell back. I didn't expect him to call me, but deep inside I knew he would. How much I love him! He's the only person worth it in my whole family. "And thanks by the way." I say more quietly this time and I chuckle.

"You're very welcome." I could hear him smirking. "And how are you? Finally happy at home?"

"Yes, I really am. I couldn't be more happy. Everything is just how it should be." I say with the biggest smirk I could smirk.

"Good good." He says.

"And..." I hesitate. "How are mom and dad?" I ask. I don't even care about them, I'm just curious, although I already know that they are the same just like when I left a month ago.

"Pretty much the same. Dad is with his friends drinking happily and mom, as every year on April's 1st, she's crying while she injects herself with heroin." Dave says quietly and serious.

"She will do it forever, won't she?" I ask, thinking about of every birthday of mine and he makes agreement noises. In all of my birthdays, my mother locked herself in her room and got high. "She still blames me, doesn't she?" I ask.

"Sheena, it's not your fault." He quickly says. Of course it is my fault. My mom has always told me that.

"Yes it is. If it wasn't for me, Jennifer would be alive." I protest against my brother who's trying to protect me.

"No. That's not true. You don't know, I don't know, she doesn't know. You were only one year old, I was only two. Sheena, stop blaming yourself for a thing that is not your fault." Dave tries to convince me once again, but unsuccessfully. My mother's words hit through my head in loop. Again and again

It was your fault. If wasn't for your dirty fat ass, she would be alive, with me.

I wish it was you instead of her

You were twins, but she was so much more beautiful, graceful. Her eyes were greener, brighter, full of life. Unlike you. You're dreadful and your eyes look like dead grass