Crazily Insane

The tears we cried

I woke up to the sound of sobbing. It was my mother. It was coming from within the room next to me.
I opened my door and took a few steps. I knocked three times. I heard the sobbing stop than the shuffle of my mother's feet. She opened the door and shot me a glare. "What do you want Eden?" She asked irrated.
"Well...um...I heard you crying so I was gonna ask what's wrong?"
Her look soften and she paused before she replied "your father is dead. He uh...he killed...himself."
"Oh" was all I could say. My chest tightened and it felt like the inside of me was being torn apart. I turned and started walking back to my room.

"Your father killed himself and all you have to say is Oh. He did what he could to protect and provide for you. You selfish little bitch" she yelled and then slammed the door.

I know that she hates me but why. I never did anything wrong to her. I don't understand. It's always been like this. But it got worse after I left to go stay with my grandparents.

I laid down in my bed and waited for the tears to come. I waited and waited but they never came.

But it hurt, all of it hurt. He was alive yesterday, I hugged him and I talked to him...this couldn't be he couldn't have killed himself.

I didn't know what to do...I just went about my day. It only got harder though. I only saw my mother twice. She shot me glares both times. As if all of this was my fault. I kept thinking about it all. And the more I thought about it the more it made sense.

The day was coming to an end so I went to bed thinking about my father. Thinking maybe this was my fault.

Sorry if this is a shitty story. But it's kind of a first time thing. I promise the next story I write will be way better.