Falling Into the Depths

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Gertrude was all skin and bone, she looked like the witches you saw in all those cartoons. I hated it how she bad mouthed my mother and I all the time, I would punch her in the face, but then I'd be put under arrest for damaging a model's ugly-ass face. I remember my mother very faintly, all I can remember is that she had eyes that sparkled and showed she cared. She had long brown hair and extremely long eye lashes. She was always happy and cheery around me, well, she tried to hide her sadness. My memories were only very faint and I only remembered more when I looked through all her photos. I flicked through a bright pink album of my parents' wedding day. Back then, dad looked so normal he looked like a reasonable, kind man. Oh did he change. There was a knock at the door and I quickly looked up before Gertrude had barged into the room. "What are you doing?" she asked, looking around at my room, seeing the clothes all over the floor. I simply glared at her in silence, if my eyes had lasers, her head would be burnt toast. "Gerry's right, you and your mother were useless." she said, sneering at me. She took several steps towards the bed, attempting to sit down and probably claim her territory by pissing on it.

"One more step and I will re-arrange your face." I threatened, closing the album.

"Oooh, looking at what your family could have been?" she asked, peering over. I was so annoyed. I always felt extremely insulted when anyone spoke about my family like that.

"Well, at least I have a family. You just sleep with the closest person you can find." I replied, shrugging it off  like I didn't care, even though I did care, very much.

"Well, you won't mind I took those photos of your mum, Emma down will you now? I just thre them in the bin." she said, smiling at me with an evil look in her eyes.

"You wouldn't dare." I growled, ready to pounce, attacking her viciously. Luckily, I restrained myself.

"Oh, try me." she replied, walking out of the room, satisfied she'd brought the message that she was someone to be 'feared' across. After she had left in the new Mercedes Benz Convertible, I quickly fled downstairs and flew out into the front yard, to where the bins were. I opened up the lid, revealing a truly putrid odour to me, but I held my breath and climbed in. I fished around all the bits of paper and leftover food scraps. Bingo! I thought to myself as I pulled the photo out of the pile. Oh, no, I thought to myself. How would I get out? I was wedged stuck and the bin was pretty high. I decided to lean over to the front so that the bin would fall over. CRASH! I came tumbling out of the bin, my head hitting the floor. The rubbish came out like an avalance, covering most of my body. "Eewww." I moaned to myself as I got up and brushed the rubbish off my clothes.

I walked back into the house, leaving the bin there as a present for Gertrude when she came back home. I left the photo on my bed and took a shower. After an hour of painful scrubbing and spraying bottles of deoderant and perfume, I smelt alright. I blow dried my hair and started to clean up the photo, taking the little chunks of chicken off and then photocopying it, hoping that it would look good because the original photo smelt too bad. "Ta-da!" I said triumphantly, holding up the photo. I framed it and left it on my bedside table. Damaging my mum's photo was the last straw, it was getting personal now.