The next morning, I wake up and walk to the kitchen. The tiles feel cold on my bare feet, and I shiver not just because of the cold, but because I'm not sure what state my mom will be in. I shake a little and worry I may have a panic attack, but I take a deep breath and enter the kitchen. I sigh from relief when I see that my mom seems to be okay. She's out cold, but that's how she is most mornings. How sickening is it that I'm used to my mother being unconscious when I wake up. I shake off my thoughts and attempt a half-drag half-carry to bring my mom to her room.
After that lovely deed is done, I grab an apple then head back to my room so I can get ready. I take a shower, and then check my email. I have hope that there will be something from my dad, but there's nothing. I'm also just a little bit pissed that I broke my phone, but I can deal with that later. I hear my mom call me from her room, so I head over there to cater to her demands.
"Lauren, hon, can you grab me some water? My head hurts like crazy."
I'm thinking, I wonder why Mom, but I say:
"Of course Mom. Be right back."
I go back to the kitchen and fill up a water bottle with some cold water from the tap, because I have a feeling my mom will need a lot more than just a glass-full. I'm screwing the lid on and walking at the same time, when I trip. Water flies everywhere, but I catch my fall. I go and grab paper towels, and then refill the water bottle. I walk back and give the water to my mom, who accepts it without saying a word, and begins chugging it. Not surprisingly, she's pretty good at chugging. I start to walk away, but my mom says something first.
"Lauren, thank you. Thank you so much."
"No problem, Mom," I sigh. "No problem at all."
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Away
Teen FictionLauren needs to get away from everything. School, her alcoholic mother, even her father, whose constant absence is a weight that plagues her family . ******* This is a really, really rough draft, like the roughest, version of a story I'm hoping will...
