Nonexistent strings

Love me, I dare you

Laura's POV

It's 5:05 in the morning, nobody should be up so early at weekends considering there are only two days to relax not counting holidays. So it was a bit surprising when I walked downstairs and saw my mom sitting on the couch with a cigarette between her lips.

My mouth almost drop and my eyes widened at the sight. She was casually doing it, like it was a common thing she did everyday. I didn't make a sound. I was searching for the right words before I say something stupid that might angry her.

My mom didn't notice my presence, that was until the smoke from the cigarette made contact with my nostrils which led me to cough continuously.

When the coughing slowly calmed down my mouth just let the words go out without thinking of them, "Is this your new addiction?"

She seemed surprised by my words and the way they came out. Harshly.

"You don't need to know and it's not your business" she said while taking the cigarette out and exhaling the smoke by her mouth.

She held the killer thing between her index finger and her middle finger, still looking uncared.

"I'm sorry for worry about your health"

"then don't do it"

Her answer came out emotionless, heartless even. Something told me she was talking serious, there was no sign of joke in that sentence. I was taken back, not knowing what to do or say.

But it hurt.

She's my mother after all, how does she expect me not to care about her?

When her eyes left mines, she proceeded to put the cigarette back to her mouth and returned to the position with her leg crossed over the other one.

She ignored my presence, forgot I was standing there and started smoking more than one cigarette, were signs that she didn't have anything else to say or do with me.

I went straight to the front door, opening it revealing the beautiful sight of Los Angeles in the morning. I took one last glance at my mom before going out. She was still smoking watching some kind of reality show and hadn't even bother to look at me or say goodbye.

Since she didn't stop me or reject the idea of going out early in the morning, I closed the door slowly trying to not make any sounds at all.

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I have been walking for an hour searching for open stores to go and devour every single delicious food in there. So far, all the stores are closed expect from this one right in the corner. But sadly, it's a pharmacy.

I regret not eating breakfast.

So if there aren't any interesting places to go early in the morning, why the heck are you there?

I really don't know why. I just felt this necessity to go out and breath fresh air, let my mind off of few things, forget about everything and everyone.

6:05

It's still too early.

For some reason, this strange feeling of running down the street screaming all my fears, every unfair thing, wishes, secrets; was inevitable.