Moving On

What you good at

The movie sucked as expected. I mean it was the usual 'bad boy, good girl' shenanigan so it just had to suck, I couldn't even remember the title of the movie. All I kept thinking about was my dream, well I guess it was more of a nightmare then a dream. And how Anna got into my house since I didn't unlock it for her. Your lousy excuse for a father might have opened it when he came in. But that's the thing, he didn't. Maybe it was mom I leave it at.

Why do I keep getting the same nightmare, about the same person doing the same as he used to do to me. I shake my head with the hope to clear my thoughts, but obviously that doesn't work.

The buzzing phone beside me distracts me from my not so amazing thoughts. 'Made it home safe and sound. Love Anna' her text reads, well that's one good thing I guess. She sort of had to drop me off home and go back home since we took her car. And now here I am looking at a blank sheet. I've been trying to get some time to draw, but I just don't have the desire to do it anymore, everything I draw now is really not what I usually make, I used to draw landscapes that I just imagined and everybody loved them. And now? Well now all I do is use the colour black and make lines and those drawings just keep getting weirder then the last I drew.

Sighing and dropping on the bed I ditch the drawing and look at my ceiling boring but its not like I have anything better to do. I don't know how but I feel asleep. Well I was asleep until someone was shouting for me to get downstairs.
"Oh, dear. Where you asleep?" My mother asks, in the same uniform she left in yesterday. "Yes, I was." Sighting she looks at the floor.

"And where is your father?" She asks still looking at the floor. Weird, it's like she can't even look me in my eye.

"I don't know." I answer her truthfully. Now that I think of it, I haven't seen him since he left last night. Not that I care really. "Last time I saw him was last night." I inform her.

"We have to talk," she says, slowly looking up at me. "Okay," Well that come out more as a question really."About what?" I ask the curiosity eating me up.

"Us, me and my work." She says, looking at me as if she is trying to find an answer.

"What about us, you and your work?" I ask feeling uneasy already.

"I've been promoted at work. I'm going to be one of the female bodyguards of our president, which means I won't be at home as often." She says in a low voice and she sounds pained.

'Oh" Is my answer, said in a monotone voice. My face facing down. "When are you leaving?" I ask and still giving nothing away.

"Two days from today, but I'm leaving the house tomorrow. Have to go speak to your grandmother and my brothers and sisters." She replies. Then looks at me with something alot like pain and guilt in her eyes. "I have to, well say goodbye in case something happens when I'm away."

"Why are you doing this?" I ask. "I mean we aren't having money problems, or anything like that. So why are you doing this?"

"I have to, for my sake. All I do is think about your grandfather and I need to keep busy or else I just keep thinking about him and how he could be been saved. If I don't leave I might just go insane." She finishes off.

"What about me?" I ask my voice finally breaking. "How am I supposed to cope with your absence?"

"You'll be okay." She says and I can tell she knows that she just splashed me with a bucket full of bull crap.

"Okay. Leave mother that's what your good at anyway." I sigh "That's what you've always taught me I guess." I run upstairs before she could say anything else and shut my door closed.

Then, I let myself cry.

Looks like she's leaving to. Guess all I have is myself from now on. I have to get through this alone.

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