And Then There Was Nothing. {discontinued}

10% (days end)

Four years and and a little less than four months ago, I sat in the living room of my corrupted house, owned by my corrupted family. My mom sat on the couch that was along the side of the wall, and I sat on the chair pressed in the corner. Mom stared at the T.V, but it wasn't on. She reeked of smoke and something else that I can't quite put my finger on. It was very clear that she was out of it, high on something. But she was like this almost all of the time now; it was her way to forget.

Mom sat there, just staring at the T.V. What was she looking it at? It wasn't even fucking on! She's insane, I'm insane, my dads insane... we're all insane here...

Mom turns her head towards me.

"Father is going to be home soon." She slurs.

I glance at the clock on the wall. It's 6:57. He usually gets home around Seven o'clock. Well, at least when he went out drinking. Which was.... well, every night.

I opened my book in attempts to calm down. It's what I always did- read to forget. To me, reading was like drugs to Mom, drinking to Dad. And, hell, books may be forgetting to you, too.

"Honey, you should go hide in your closet." Mom says, her voice faded.

But I won't hide in my closet. I don't care anymore. I don't care what he does to me.

"No, Mom. I'm fine here."

"No, you aren't. Go in your closet."

"Mom, no."

"God Damnit! Just go in your damn closet!"

"No! I don't give a fuck what happens to me! I'm so sick of this shit, I don't care I don't care I d o n ' t c a r e!" I was screaming at the top of my lungs by now.

"Fine, I don't care. I'm going to my clos-"

She couldn't continue her sentence.

Because right in the middle of her words, the clock let out a little chime, signaling that it was 7 o'clock. And I closed my eyes as Mom ran up the stairs, and the front door opened.

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shit sorry I haven't updated so long