Another Chance

Part 1//: decisions; new life

My name is Alex, I'm an eighteen year old girl . Starting my freshman year of college, or at least I should be. I ran away from home when I was sixteen.

When I was home I was never happy. My father would abuse me. He would hit me , yell, and when he felt like it he would take out his anger through sex. Not with my mother but with me

When I was younger my father would constantly yell at my mother . Telling her she wasn't worth the air that she was breathing. Sometimes when he was drinking the cheap stash of beer we kept in the basement. He would call her a whore and a slut.

He brought her down with every word that poured from his mouth. My father would also repeatedly cheat on my mother with several different woman. It seemed like my father never loved my mother even though he claimed he did. He never truly meant it.

After awhile depression hit my mother har. She started to drink and smoke. Never in front of me , but I could smell it on her breath. She just did it so she could get her mind off of sad things.

The yearly art show that they held at my school finally came around. I was going to speak for the up coming freshmen . To show my art and that no matter who you are anyone can pick up a pencil and draw. Mostly I did it so that the leader of the school board could see that people loved art, and to put more money into the program.

I was very excited . I curled my hair ,did my makeup , and put my beautiful crimson dress on. I was finally ready. My mom was going to come and see me get my award for the "most artsy".

After what it seemed like hours my name was finally called. I went up there with the biggest smile upon my face.  I looked in the crowd so proud for my mother to see me. I bowed my head in sorrow and disappointment when I saw that she wasn't there.

"Maybe she forgot."
I told myself.

I walked home with a sad look thinking that my mother forgot about me. I went inside and walked upstairs into her room.

I heard the water in the bathroom running. I called her name but she wouldn't answer. I knocked on the door and it slowly opened on its own.

I fell to my knees and started screaming. The sight of my mothers bloody throat, her slightly submerged body in the flooded bath horrified me.

Her white eyes stared me straight in the face. I ran out of the room. I could still see her when I closed my eyes. I called the police and stayed in my room.

I heard the door open and the bath water stop. My father came in my room with me laying in the corner hiding from the horrendous corpse.

"Alex.."

" You did this." I interrupted

He walked over to me and started laughing like a psychopath then slapped me across the face.

"I would waist a simple breath on that woman. She did it to herself . She wanted to leave you she never loved you."

"You're wrong. She would never leave me with you."

"Ohh, but she did Alex. She hated you."

"You made her hate herself. You made her want to die . You caused her pain."
     I started to tear up while yelling at my father.

"Awh. Are you going to cry? Are you going to be a little whinny bitch like your mother huh?
Be more like me be more like your father!"

I stood up my eyes where black with rage.

"There you are just like your father."

I yanked his collar towards me took my knife out of my pocket and stabbed him in the chest. I twisted the blade making his organs burst. He leaned in as I whispered in his ear.

" I will never be like you."

I pulled out the knife and watched him fall to the floor. He started to laugh at me.

"What's so funny?!"

"Y-You are just like me.."

I leaned down spit in his face and stabbed him . Making the knife go through his skull.

I stood over him and continued to watch the blood pour out of his now pale lifeless body.