The life of Amanda Rae

I examined my own mother #6

"Mom? Dad?" I hollered as I walked into the house. The house was dark, cold, the smell of alcohol was in the air, and the windows were open.

"Ma? You there?" I shouted again.

I walked into the kitchen, and I found a note laying on the kitchen counter.

I had a business call.

I'll be home at about 11:30 tonight.

Dinner is in the microwave.

Love you,

-Dad xx

"Hey mom, would you like me to cook you up something to eat?" I said while looking into the fridge. I opened the microwave, looking at the food that was placed in there.

"Pasta" I muttered.

"Typical of dad to make"

I heated up the pasta, while I made pasta sauce. Once the sauce was done, I put it on top of the pasta noodles, I added a hint of cheese. Grabbed a fork, and a paper towel to put underneath of the bowl.

"Mom, I made you pasta"

I went up the stairs, her bedroom door was opened slightly, and a note was posted on the door.

My sweet sweet beautiful girl.

I can't do this anymore.

Living in a world where Tammy isn't here.

I can't keep grieving, living with a heartbreak from my child being murdered.

I don't want to be a drunk any longer.

It isn't fair for you, and your father.

I love you and your father so so much.

I love you my beautiful girl.

Tell your father I'm sorry.

Goodbye, xx

Love, Mom.

I slammed the door open, and I couldn't believe my eyes.

The bowl of pasta in my hands dropped on the wooden floor, making it spill every where, and the glass breaking, exploding into tiny bits and pieces all over the floor, puncturing my bare feet.

"MOM!" I screamed.

I couldn't comprehend anything right now. My mind was hazy.

My mom, My beautiful mom, tied a rope, hung it from her closest with a bunch of nails, and hung herself. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her lips blue and purple.

I try finding a pair of scissors to cut her down. I couldn't find any, so I grabbed a stool, And I took her down by taking the rope and unwrapping it around her neck.

I brought her to the floor with me.

"Mo..mom" my breath hitches in my throat, and my throat goes tight.

"Please wake up" Tears start running down my face.

I grab my phone and I call Patrick.

Ring ring

Ring ring

"Hey beautiful" Patrick says, sounding calm.

"Pa...Patrick?" I stutter.

"That is my name, what is it lovely?"

"My...my mo...mom"

"Amanda, are you okay?" Panic in his voice.