Confessions of a Depressed Teenager

Cracked Head and Searching

I came in from outside playing with my pretend friends, Timmy and Aqua. Weird names but what do you expect from a five year old. My brother Edward came in a few moments later, holding his basketball. Edward was four years older than me which means he's nine. He basically took care of me when my mom wasn't around (which is most of the time including now.) she was at some drug house somewhere. Me and my brother have rooms to ourselves but we prefer to share because where we live there's shoot outs almost every night. We were watching Batman while on the bed. I was sitting up closest to the window, whilst my brother was laying down by the wall. Being the weird fetus I was, I started screaming batman at the top of my lungs while throwing myself back onto the bed. I guess doing that repeatedly makes you move so I came up and slammed my head down to what I thought was the pillow but was real the sharp corner of a window. Clumsy me. My head starts gushing blood and my brother is screaming but I feel nothing. He tilts my head down and we run outside. We look around for a little while Edward is crying hysterically. I've never seen my brother so scared. We go back inside and he cleans my head up since it stopped bleeding. My dad comes home on cue. Edward and I run to him and tell him what happened and he tells us to go in our room. He calls my mom and I guess she didn't answer because he flips the phone shut and throws it. My brother and I are obviously scared for our mom and we start crying. We ask my dad if we can look for her. At first he denies it but us being us we begged and he eventually agreed. Walking out the door slightly irritated he walks out the door with my brother and I following close behind. I was always daddy's princess. So I sat in the front seat of our red four door pick up truck. We drive around for a bit, looking at the local trap houses (drug spots) and we don't find her. We stop somewhere to get food and I start crying because I want her home. My father sees this and starts driving again. As we ask where he's going he ignores us. As usual. He pulls up to a little house along the road. It's off white and just really not in good shape. He goes in while we wait in the car. We wait for what seemed like forever, finally minutes later he walks out with my mother, high of course. I hop in the back seat as he puts my mother in the car. As we get home my father tells my brother and I to go in our rooms. Sadly we say goodnight and go to lay down. My brother lays down beside me after turing off the light. We kiss each other on the forehead and lay in the dark. Eventually I fall asleep to yelling.