Goodbye Till Now

Another one gone

I picked up my bags what we're filled up with clothes and accessories, and most importantly a picture frame of me and my dad. I opened the door hoping my mom wouldn't stop me. She didn't, it's not like her to just let me leave without explaining where I'm going or what I'm doing. Something isn't right!

I picked up my bike by the handle bar and sat down, I took one more look, something has changed when I turned my head. I put my bike down and entered my house. I searched the living room where my mom should of been but she disappeared within a blink of an eye, the only thing in the living room was a line of cocaine, needles with herion inside the tube and the stained blood on the carpet.

I went into the kitchen, there was nothing but a blade with blood on it, the blade looked like it's just been used. I carried on looking around but there was nothing but cobwebs and cockroaches. I strolled upstairs with my mouth glued shut and my eyes wide open but I could only see a blur, I felt dizzy, lightheaded and numb. But I stayed strong, I opened my mom's room, there was nothing. It was filled with bedroom accessories with a mixture of rust and mist.

I slowly backed away from the bedroom, the landing light kept flickering with every step i take back. It felt like i was in a horror movie, i turned around slowly, taking a big gulp, i opened the bathroom door and saw the body of my mom hanging. swinging back and forward, cuts all over her legs and arms. I screamed "MOM" I was thinking about running to her but my legs lost feeling, I thought I was hovering.

I started to cry, I was sitting outside the bathroom with the door wide open, watching my mom swing back and forward. I picked up the telephone on the table outside my mom's room and dialled 911, they answered.

"Hello, what's your emergency?"

"M-my mom's committed suicide."

"What's your address Sir?"

"longtide avenue, 18." I said calmly.

"were on our..." I hung up.

I didn't feel any rush of emotion or adrenaline going through my body, I picked up my bag, ran to the fridge and saw bottles of whiskey and vodka. I took all 10 bottles of it, I picked up my mom's cigarettes from the table and ran.