Oh Marcel

chapter four

We arived home and she was still pissed at me for no reason.  She dropped me off at home and even though I was still angry at her I said a nice good- bye and walked into the big house.  I saw my mum laying on the sofa with  a glass of alcohol in one hand and our cat Molly in the other.  I didn't bother to say anything.  

" Hey where are you going?" she asked concerned.  

" Um upstairs," I said scratching my neck and proceeded to walk. 

" Um no your not get back down here," my mum said pointing to a chair next to the couch.  I sat down and sat up strait.  " I  think you have some explaining to do," she said gesturing her hand to indicate how I looked.

" Um Scarlett and I went to this lake house thing and we fell in the water and it started raining," I said tring not to look at her.  

" Marcel what happened to you.  You used to love to talk and you used to be so I don't know I guess kind," she said putting down her drink and letting Molly walk away.

" Well I guess rehab changed me," I exclaimed. 

" No it didn't you know that now I know things have changed but you are not alowed to act like this.  You have to change your attitude before..." she trailed off.

" Before what mum.  Before I don't know attempt to kill my self!" I yelled.  I got up and began to walk to my room.

" Marcel!" I turned around and all the colour was drained from her face. Her eyes were blood shot red and I thought she was going to break out crying.   I could tell a lot happened this summer and she was not ready to revisit the memories.  

" Mum?" I whispered and steped closer.  

" You know what thats fine," she said and sat back down on the sofa.  I sat down next to her and tried to confort her.

" Mum I didn't mean that," I exclaimed quietly.

" Marcel that was the scarest thing that ever happened to me.  Seeing my baby not wanting to live anymore let alone feeling depressed is not easy for a mother.  You have so much potenial."  I stared at her and and mouth 'I know.'   I gave her a big hug and waited for her to calm down.  

" Mum what happened with you and dad?" I asked really wanting to know the answer.

" Um well after you left he thought it was my fault and I don't know after a few weeks he didn't want to be here anymore," she stated.

" I'm sorry," I said.  Honestly I still don't understand.  Why would he do this?

" It's not your fault sweet heart.  Anyways,did you have fun tonight?" My mum asked whipping the small tears from her eyes.

" Yeah I did.  I missed having my best friend with me," I told her honestly.

" Do you think you could ever date Scarlett?" She asked seriously.  

" No of course not shes my best friend thats gross," I said scooting over and staring at the television.  " By the way what are you watching?" I asked changing the subject.  

" Alright sorry I wont talk about it and The Devil Wears Prada," she said with a small smile. 

" Can I watch it with you?" I asked hopping she would say yes.

" If you want, but I don't think you'll like it," she said looking suprised.  " Oh and your glasses are here,  I want you to wear them for now on, okay?" She asked.

" Yeah sure," I agreed.

I layed down and rested my head on my mum's lap and she unpaused the movie.  It felt nice to be home.  And to be honest the movie wasnt that awful.  It was acually quite good.  I just hope things will look up from here.