Moodless

Please dont steal my story!

 I hated how every morning I'd wake up to my father with blood on his hands, my mother crying her eyes out, and my brother staring at a  wall.  In the end of it all i was glad it was over.

I remember a news story talking about a scientific breakthrough that would help bi-polars control their mood swings. they said the gases were made all over the U.S. so no one in need would go without it. something about that news story was off. Then my mother asked what that horrible smell was. Then Blackness.

The goverment named us by our moods as they examined us. My father was an angry. My mother was a depress. My brother was a hopeless. I was a Lucky becasue i was never effected. They used the U.S. as test dummies.

                                                                                       Life

"where are my keys!" my father stormed through the house. Ripping papers from tables and flipping chairs. He pulled pictures off walls and threw my mothers favorite lamp. He then stormed into the kitchen. My mother stood above the stove. She trembled in tears. "Where did you put them!" He spoke roughly in her ear. She dropped to her knees and cried. "I don't know, i'll find them. I'm sorry!" Father grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to her feet. He would of he hurt her if I didn't step in. I threw the keys and they hit him in the shoulder. "There dad now go get drunk! that's your plan isn't it!" I stood my ground as he threw my mother aside and approached me. He got in my face, his breath already reeking of alcohol. "you'll get what you deserve later" He pushed me roughly in the chest, enough to make me step backwards. He left, skidding off in the car.  My mother stood back up quickly and went back to dinner. "are you okay mom?" I said taking the spoon from her shaking hand. She quivered and whimper. "don't let him hurt you Layla..." She held my hand. She looked at the scar on my neck.

The day that the goverment changed us was the day my father was the worst. He rampaged the house. We tried to stay way from him as much as we could but he had no where to put my younger brother Austin. so in my attempt to save my brother i was cut. He grabbed me and put the knife to my throat. He whispered in my ear " Your Fault" I managed to get away from his grip but he cut my collrbone in my struggle.    I snapped back to reality and looked into my mothers eyes. "i wont"