New Love | Matthew Espinosa

Chapter 56,

Wednesday, a couple of days later;

Sitting up, all alone, in the dark, even thought Matt is next to me.. it's very hard for my soul and my mind. A slow tear slowly trickled down my face and ended up in a puddle that was forming on my lap. 

My mother is really gone.

And her funeral is today. 

As I was looking into a space of darkness, my mother's face appeared which made me grow anger inside of me. I chucked a pillow at her and felt my nails pop into my skin afterwards. 

"Why were you such a bitch to me?!" I yelled as loud as I could. "I'm sitting here, crying over your dead body. You were so cruel to me but yet I'm here crying because you are gone. How does that make you feel?" I felt my blood start to boil like two race cars revving their engines. 

"Maddie, who are you yelling at?" Matt groaned stirring awake.

I quickly looked towards Matt and watched as he was stretching, squeezing his eyes firmly together. I wiped my face and sighed. 

"No one," I whispered. "Go back to sleep then. It's four in the morning, you are going to wake everyone up," He mumbled as he started to fall back asleep. 

"Yep, sorry for waking you up," I looked down at my nails and started picking at them. "It's fine," Matt mumbled.

I slowly moved my face towards his and watched as he fell straight back to sleep. I pursed my lips to the side and sighed, leaning down and leaving a kiss on his forehead. I ran my thumb along his head and moved out of my bed. 

I grabbed my crutches and somehow made it to the bathroom, closing the door behind me and locking it up. I chucked my crutches down onto the floor and hopped along to the mirror. I looked dead into my eyes and felt red pouring out of my sockets. 

I kept seeing my mother's face appear on top of mine like a mask, making me want to cut it off with a razor blade. I grabbed the closet thing, which was the hair straighteners, and chucked them at the mirror screaming afterwards. Unfortunately the mirror didn't break.I stumbled back, not caring if I'm hurting my leg, and rested against the wall.

"I'm not going to sing at your funeral anymore mum," My eyes rolled back as I didn't want to show her any attention. "You made a promise," Her voice came through harsh. 

"Why should I?" My eyes rolled back to normal as I glared into the thin air. "Because I am your mother and this is what I want," Her face appeared in front of me.

"I'm not scared of you," I clutched my fists. "Yeah because I'm not alive anymore," She smirked. "I was never scared of you," I gritted through my teeth.

Mum evilly laughed and clapped her hands together.

"What?" I lifted my head up and raised an eyebrow. "That's the most funniest thing ever!" She stopped laughing and crossed her arms.

I tilted my head down and lifted my hand up that was shaking so much, pointing it towards her as I felt like I was going to explode from all the steam inside of me. 

"I wish you were alive right now so I could grab a knife and stab you to death!" I yelled squeezing my fists so hard that my nails popped into my skin and left blood stains. "Why didn't you do that before?" She smirked licking the side of her lips.

"Oh believe me. I had nights where I was SO close to doing it," I took my nails out of my skin. "Why didn't you just do it then?" She walked closer to me. "Just go away!" I yelled as I closed my eyes to get rid of her memory. 

Mum disappeared as the bathroom door started shaking.

"Open up Madison!" I heard my dad yell. "No!" I yelled. "Please just open up!" He started banging onto the door.