DRUG

Chapter~1A

A CHILDHOOD TRANSCRIPT

*door slams shut*

My head impulsively turned to the direction of the sharp impact. This wasn't the safest of neighbourhoods, especially during the late hours. I hesitantly placed my pen onto the open book in front of me as I gathered up the audacity to open the door of my room.A sense of relief descended upon me the moment my eyes collided with the sight of my mother. The pacifying feeling of safety began to subside as her pixilated,slumped form blurred into sight.

A typical sight - yes,but one I struggled to adapt to.

I felt a tear attempting to conceive at the corner of my eye as I cupped her unconscious body off the floor as if it were a sack of impure, misused water. In a way she was exactly that,in a human form. Her pale skin and lips gave me a clearer idea of how cold she was,inside and out. The clothes she had on did nothing but make her a magnet to perverts as well as carry a horrible alcohol odour . With the exhausted strength I had, I lifted her up. Her eyes twitched weakly and she ejected immature moans when I laid her onto the sofa.

"Shit!" She murmured nonchalantly under her breath. Her horrible, alcoholic breath - which I couldn't help but grimace to - shot right into my nostrils,causing my eyes to have a greasy sensation.

"You need to take a shower." I choked on my words.

The more I stared into her face was the more her state thwarted me. She let go of herself. Not to mention the weight she had melted off. This was evident in her collarbone that had become more prominent and cheekbones that were finely printed on her skin. The details of the carcasses that were once a radiant body became more prominent when I took her clothes off and placed her into a warm bathe. Her body took up a more void-less colour the moment it was completely soaked into the warm water and a satisfactory sigh left her faux rosy pink lips. I tried to shake off my imagination of her body being tossed around from one man to another, from that content bachelor to the depressed spouse of another. From a Jeremy to someone who is celebrating their victory over an enemy. All of them offering a greater payment, depending on how nonchalant they would like to handle her body.

None cared about her soul, and this broke me.

As if she had read my mind, her eyes opened the same moment her palm squeezed against my wet wrist with constriction.

"I'm s-sorry f-for put... Putting you through this." This was a sober heart laid out in a few words before my blurry sight.

I don't want to be like her.