Your Today, My Tomorrow

Four-Get Away from Here

    I didn't know if i had fainted or what, but i awoke when my mother was yelling at Hermione. She was chasing her around the house with our old broomstick. At first i thought maybe i had taken drugs or some shit. Yes. That is how blank my memory was. So i stumbled off the bed and ran after my mother, who ran after the cat, who ran after the squirrel scampering across our front yard. It was a sad sight, mom used to be happy. With a smile on her face everyday. She didn't smoke, have sex, well as much sex....and she didn't have all this plastic crap done. She was different. And there was only one person to blame. Dad. And i will always be angry as i am sad. He died, leaving my mother to rot and become the slut she is now. It wasn't fair. Santa never came at Christmas anymore, event hough by the time dad died i had known he wasn't real. My mom would be out late and i would be hanging up ornaments on my paper tree. My little paper tree which i had ripped from a coloring book. And i would be 10 and then 11 and then 12. And then it's 17. And there is a little paper tree waiting to be held on Christmas Eve, under my bed in a little box. 

    I looked out the window watching mom chase the cat with her broom. She was the evil which and i was Cinderella and the cat was Lucifer...except didn't Cinderella hate the cat? I don't know. I ran out to the front yard, the grass was brown and dry and the air was cool and crisp. And i knew automatically that my nose was red. I grabbed my mom's arms from behind and grabbed the broomstick. 

    "Stop!" i shout. People aren't there, at least i didn't think. But it still felt like there were eyes on me. People watching through their windows at the drunk widow, and her shit daughter arguing over a cat.

    "Go away!" mom slurred her words. And she smelled, bad. Like Vodka. 

    "Mom, ew, you smell like Vodka. You need to stop this drinking," i say in my 'im getting real serious now' voice, "you need to stop. Or i'm leaving you!" I threat. And at that moment my mother gave me the worst look in the world. And then she slapped me. Right across the face. And it hurt. So i shoved her down, and yelled bitch real loud. So the whole neighborhood could see that i really was a shit daughter. And i picked up Hermione in one hand and the broom in the other. My mother extended her hand. But i rolled my eyes and walked back into the house. I carried Hermione up to my bedroom and lay the broom on the carpet. I wondered, if i wished hard enough, maybe it could fly me to New York and i wouldn't be here with mom. But then theres Syd, and Voodoo Queens and school and life! No time to take a vacation. :(

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