THE LIE OF LOVE AND THE SONG OF DEATH

Goodbye mom...

I slowly let go of my tears and start crying as I grip the hospital sheets, I wipe my teary face on them. They smelt like death, they smelt like blood. I look up to see my mom, she looked mad as if she didn't want to see me cry. "Stop putting your face on those." my mom snapped at me. She was right, someone probably died in theese exact sheets and there I was rubbing my face on it. "Yes mom" I say remembering that this may be her death bed, and if she does die I don't want the last thing I say to her be a part of an argument. I scan her head. She is bald, she has cancer yet she still stands strong in the position of boss in the family. After a while of small talk a nurse slowly opened the door and told me my visitation time was up. I was pissed. I was about to get up and yell until, "ahem" I heard a familiar voice say. I turn and look at mom she has a glare that can turn your stomach in an instant. "Yes mom..." I say slowly "I love you so much, just know that okay." mom said. I walked towards the door and said before I left, "I love you too mom, you mean the world to me...just know that." And with that, I left.

I never saw my mom again.

Two years later...

After my mom died my dad had been depressed and going out late drinking achohol, doing drugs too. I was depressed too, I would cry myself to sleep or not sleep at all.
I hadn't gone to school because, well, my dad didn't care, and I couldn't deal with so many people. I have had anxiety all my life, so I never went to school after my mom died. I actually had to go to therapy. That was probably worse than going to school. I had to sit through questions, and the worst part would them asking me why I was sad. My MOTHER DIED. They would ask me every time. And it was the same therapist. EVERY TIME. I hated it, so I stopped going. I fired a long time ago, exactly the day before my mom died.