Surviving The Elements of Life

Chapter 1... Yeah Fun

Chapter 1… Yeah...fun.

"Oh, stop being so stuck up Ry-Ry, come have some fun." Yeah fun, as if you could call getting piss drunk, popping pills and having STD invested sex with complete strangers. Believe me mom; just because you know the guys name doesn't mean you know him, and telling you about his wedding ring is not something personal he shared with you to not be such strangers anymore. As I said fun. 

"I'm busy mom, ya know finals are coming." Maybe if you cared you would actually know that I already passed. "So I can't come and have some fun I need to study." 

"You're no fun, no fun at all." Slurring already. Great, soon she's going to be falling around all over the place. Just as I thought. If the thud coming from the next room wasn't enough evidence, the curse that the object she fell over now has on it, convinced me that she indeed fell over. Also that she is severely drunk or ever high. Maybe both. 

"Come on Whitney" And there goes what's his face, can't even remember her name; what an asshole. 

"It’s Wanda." Well at least she remembers it. 

"Well Wendy, why don't you come over here." 

"Oh I love the way you say my name." Ewww.  Why do I have to put up with this, Is this punishment? Was I a hooker in a past life, a serial killer?  

This is where I try to stop listening. Not an easy feat, with this only being a one-bedroom apartment; with walls so thin that if you squint hard enough you could see right trough. At least we have a roof over our heads; it may have more holes than actual ceiling, but it's a roof non-the less. 

The sounds coming from the over room are getting louder and I'm thinking about plugging my earphones into my ears and listen to music through my phone. Guess that idea is out; my phone only has one bar left, great. Now I'm going to be phone less for a while. Having no money to pay the electricity bill really sucks ass when you have a phone to charge and finals to study for. Learning by candle not so cool. Thank goodness I’m done with that. Who ever said candles where beautiful and romantic , should maybe try living without lights every other month. Make that without lights, any appliances or hot

I can’t believe I’ve even made it this long living as we do. Let alone finished highschool. I can’t wait to get out of this hellhole. Graduating early was not easy, but it’s not like I had much of a life outside of school to do anything other than studying . School use to be my escape, my home away from the house we were living in. And now I’m done, at seventeen, a whole year ahead, done with school.  Now it’s off to college, thank goodness for scholarships, without one I would have seriously been screwed. It wasn’t easy getting one. My results made qualify without an interview. Only problem was the criminal record I have. Nobody wants someone with a record but with allot of persuading and my awesome test taking skills, they excepted me.

In four years I’ll have my nursing degree, just four years and I’ll finally be able to find my mom some decent help, I just hope there is something to save. I just need time. My mom is still in there, behind all the drugs and alcohol. My mom is still there, I know she is.

Opening my eyes with a start. Its always the same dream, I groaned from the sharp light coming in through the window. Wait light? Shit! I over slept, not like I got any rest at all thanks to my dreams, and my sleeping position didn’t help at all. I'm stiff all over from sleeping in a chair the whole night. I’m so going to be late for my job. Jumping into the cold shower doing everything as quickly as humanly possible, only just drying myself before dressing in loose jeans and a T-shirt. Multitasking by brushing my teeth while I pee. I almost trip over my fake dc's shoelaces because I didn't bother tying them. Almost forgetting my backpack in my haste, grabbing it fast, hitting my wind out as I threw it on my back. I can't believe I’m late, I'm going to be in so much trouble because I’m late again. I swear my boss has it out for me since I shook of his advances. He was married, with a kid on the way. What a pig, but I need this job, I need the money.

Passing the couch on my way to the door I see my mom didn't even make it to the couch this time. Lying on her stomach and head to the side next to it with her mouth open, I don't even want to know if something crawled in there, eww. The floor really looks uncomfortable. I can't just leave hert here.  

"Mom, wake up." I call out while shaking her."Come on mom, I'm late. Get up!" Damn she's sleeping like the dead, probably from what she took. "Mom come on or I'm leaving you here." Turning her more on her side I see that her eyes are half open, guess I didn't see that earlier. "Good your up, I'll see you after my shift, bye." I'm stumped, she usually would have told me to fuck off by now. Still staring at her, waiting for a response. I get none. Looking closer I see the scene differently from what I saw before. 

She isn’t breathing her eyes remaining half open, staring into nothingness.

"Mom, mom! Please wake up. Please don't be dead. Please!  Don’t leave me!"

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Go and check out my other stories. “Military school… Oh hell no”. And also “FairyTale of a Faerie”

Write ya later

Joey